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Taoist Yueguan's eyes flashed as he smirked and turned around.

With a turn of his hand, the long streamer disappeared in the air, and a thick brush replaced the position of the long streamer. The tip of the brush seemed to be stained with blood. The thick pen in his hand glinted with a golden light.

"Boy, watch!"

She ran towards Shi Ji while shouting at Nezha.

With a large movement