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... ai Feng quickly interrupted his thoughts.
Then.
Unable to resist, he placed his broad palm gently on the slender, yet still youthful and smooth, snow-white legs of his little disciple, which were wrapped in ice silk. With a kind, elder-like affection, he stroked them for a while.
"Damn."
"It's my occupational habit acting up."
He was murmuring to himself.
A sudden light screen appeared in his mind:
Ding!
"Due to your Divine level ma ...
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