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... urally, Hu Lijing wouldn’t be able to hear him since he had fainted but Long ZhenHai continued talking anyway as he shifted slightly and gingerly gathered the nine-tailed fox in his arms, embracing him carefully as though he was holding a porcelain doll.
At this point, Hu Lijing may as well be a porcelain doll.
Gently, Long ZhenHai rested his chin on the man’s head, his fingers fiddling with the damning shackles that bound the divine fox’s core, restricting all the Qi that flowed ...
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