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The God of Death's eyes were fixed on Xuanyuan Xue'er as he spoke. His tone remained as indifferent as ever, making it impossible for anyone to discern the color of his emotions.

He was like a real god of death, indifferent to everything.

Xuanyuan Xue wrinkled her brows for a moment. Then, she also stared at the god of death for a while. In the end