Malicious intent that triggers unsettling memories.
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[The feeling of disgust continues to rise, bringing forth unwelcome memories.
The little actor's poor acting skills are enough to fool agents, but they cannot escape the discerning eyes of the sword-wielding team. It took them less than half a day to discover the little actor's methods, something that took the agents over a week to accomplish.
Naturally, they plan to take action. But the little actor isn't too worried.
Because the rain keeps falling.]
The large hand puts down the quill, and the writer struggles to stand up, moving his burly body out of the cramped space.
He dons a raincoat, wears rain boots, and steps into the night.
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Holy Bayonet Cathedral, lounge.
Gongsun Ce stared at the continuously crying virtual puppet, with an indescribable expression on his face.
"Alandia, are you sure this thing is a phantom? This is quite different from what I've seen in the past."
