
Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R
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author: Number One Madhawk
Ling Hao's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his finger, several gusts of wind shot out from his fingertips, vanishing into the elder's chest.,“I... I don't know either,” the old man spoke with difficulty. “I... I only follow orders.”,This is clearly making things more difficult for themselves, which doesn't make sense!。