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Her clothes were tattered, and her disheveled white hair covered her face. At the same time Wuyou took a look at her, she had also pulled out his hair to size Luo Wuyou up.

It was a shriveled face, a kind of fruit that was truly dehydrated. The face was full of wrinkles, and there was not a single bit of flesh to be seen, as if only a thin layer of skin was left on it