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... gers like a smoke snake.
When he wrote nearly 50,000 words, Chen Luo found that a colorful mist the size of soybeans appeared in his body. No matter how he felt, he realized that every time he finished writing a word of "Swordsman", there would be a trace of insignificant Mist is produced in the body.
Now that almost one third of the book has been completed, the mist the size of a soybean has also condensed into the size of a finger.
"This is Qi?" Chen Luo was a little puzzl ...
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