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It was a sickly young man with no hair, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

His face was a bit pale, and his expression was grim and cold. From the look of it, he seemed to have a twisted personality.

His eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's, revealed a strong sense of hatred.

This hatred was about to explode out when he met Mu Fengling.

There was nothing in his hands. Besides the wheels