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Li Yingqi, half conscious and half conscious, felt as if she saw a familiar face. The other person was now wearing strange clothes, but the many times he looked up at his old back, he realized again whose face had saved him from danger. Who?
“Oe…” Li Yingchi murmured.
His spiritual brain is not strong enough to think about why the dead appear here, why a person who died under the influence of the power of a foreign god suddenly has the power to destroy the foreign god. He just hoped this whole thing wasn't a dream. The first half of the dream was so bad that I thought it was the end of the world, but once I was able to meet the person I wanted to see again, I no longer feared such negative things.
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"I'm back, Captain," Wei Jiang pushed open the door and entered. The red-faced ghost mask quickly moved from my face to my hands, then from my fingertips back to the door.
Ling Ling seemed to have been anticipating his return, and said with a smile, ``When you e back, please sit down and rest first.The temperature of the tea is just right now.''
Wei Jiang dragged his exhausted body and sat down in front of the coffee table. In front of Ling Ling, he lifted the teacup with trembling hands. His body gradually became transparent and weakened. He poured the tea and drank it, which made him feel embarrassed.
Ling Ling looked at Wei Jiang's puzzled expression with a smile and asked, "I finally have a chance to meet an old friend in my life. Wouldn't you like to have a nice chat with him again?"
Hearing this, after just taking a sip of hot tea, Wei Jiang's body gradually regained its stiffness and stopped shaking. He took a breath and said, "No, there is a difference between life and death. We are divided into two sides. I do not want, because for temporary pleasure , because it will make things difficult for them and me later.”
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