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... spered the eerie murmurs of hell itself.
With just three inches of her tongue, she could twist a person’s anger so violently they would fall into qi deviation.
Calling her tongue a blade wasn’t an exaggeration — it had reached the realm of the formless sword.
However, Qing hadn’t come back harboring some grandiose dream of assassinating the Blood Sect scum through verbal abuse.
Like that bastard of a father in some piece of fiction said, “Keep your friends close, ...
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