Music System in a Cultivation World: What the F*ck

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we clashed once more, and i dove for the ground, picking up the stick that had previously fell from our last tussle.

i lashed at him once more and hit him in the head.

he hissed in pain and then tried to use his elongated nails to scratch my face.

aw h*ll naw. i ain't gonna let you scratch my face.

i need it to get grand martial aunt. @@