The young man was white-skinned, his whole face was extremely pale, and his whole body was full of vain sickness.

Especially when he said such a wild word, there was still a lazy smile on his pale face, and his eyes were full of indifference and indifferent attitudes.

It's as if what I just said wasn't a nobleman from the house of the gods, but a local chicken and a dog.

Who is this man?

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