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... enyi’s cultivation base, he wasn’t at all worried but the-just-rescued Zhao Ke worried about him on his behalf.


The evildoer coiled the urn around his waist tightly and seized Wen Renyi with both hands, leaving the bank.


“Wen Renyi, I recognize you. You were the operation team’s previous captain. However, now that you are a waste, the trivial Wen Ren family doesn’t want you anymore. Why don’t you come and leave with me.”


Wen Renshi looked at Wen Renyi’s direction. H ...

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