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He jerked his body a few times, bending down to shake all the contents of my small handbag out onto the floor.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,Zhang Fatzi was somewhat taken aback, looking at me in disbelief.。