
Divine Phoenix of He
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author: Pointing a flower, d
The man spoke, then picked up a knife and pointed it at Mo Wu's dirty face, saying softly:,“You, you……Don’t come here! Don’t come any closer——!”,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。