On the Night of the Massacre, I Mastered the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic!
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On the endless ocean, a not-too-large sailboat is sailing against the wind and waves.
Inside the cabin, Fang Shuwen and Chen Qi sat cross-legged, with Fang Shuwen's palm resting against Chen Qi's back.
White mist swirled around Chen Qi's head, and his True Qi flowed through his meridians, causing his skin to bulge as if earthworms were crawling on it.
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