C1806 Clone attraction

In the air, Wu Moying's expression was ice-cold. Holding onto the black blade, he maintained the posture of piercing through Long Bufan's back. He stared at the figure in front of him without the slightest hint of warmth in his eyes.

Just as he said, just as he said, Long Bufan who was pierced suddenly turned into a ball of black mist.

Woosh!

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