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... ink, without stars or moon.
Tiandu City is engulfed in heavy rain, and the lights of thousands of homes seem somewhat dim and gloomy.
Chen Mo leans against the wall, raindrops falling like threads along the eaves.
Once the black sedan had left, his figure leapt up, treading on rooftops, following Zhou Jing’an from a distance.
Though he was quite curious about the person in the sedan, his keen spiritual sense smelled a hint of danger, and he did not act rashly, st ...
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