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Chapter 837
black, ink-like smoke emerged, gradually coalescing into a humanoid shape. Finally, it solidified into a terrifying figure with a gaping maw of blood."This, this is a ghost" Sun Qinglei exclaimed in...Chapter 837 in front of me, where should I go...I am tired."You guys continue chatting, I'm going to go rest first."After saying her piece, she surprisingly left on her own accord, quite maturely. Before leaving...