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The pure Monica shook her head and looked at Sophie with a blaming look. Her face even had a smile of joy and pride, "Yes, my mother told me that I had to do this, this is the glory of witches."

Sophie flung off the trash who was grabbing onto her without letting go, she looked around at the crowd of people who were harvesting sacrifices, grinded her teeth and nodded, "That's right

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