Mo Jiudi's expression froze on his face.

After a while, his big hand cupped Ji Fanyin's little face, and whispered noncommittally:

"The first time I saw you, you were newborn, you were still wrapped in swaddling clothes, and with just one finger, you could kill you. But you, little hands, hold...

Chapter 0236 of "Deadly Sanskrit" Irrelevant people, kill! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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