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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three Swordsman

Unexpectedly, it is used in this occasion now.

Having an idea in his mind, Wu Jie chuckled, and flicked his thumb with all his strength with his right hand, and his left hand was swiftly rubbing the strings.

It is a sound of a bell like a bell.

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