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brushwood God of Illustions!

"Mr. Mirror is dead."

On the seventh floor, Sikong Ming and a few other people were sitting in front of a protective screen.

"His mission has already been completed. What does it have to do with us whether he dies or not?"

Sikong Ming lightly said. His gaze was fixated in front of him, not moving for even a moment.

Inside the barrier, Zhao Ji