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Return of the Lost Heiress
Wynter raised the iron rod. âAre you, a Foplya wooden doll, claiming to be God? Sorry, it seems thatour textbooks on mythology donât match. And I donât play with dolls, nor do I wish to become yourslave.@@novelbin@@
âI just have one question. Will you expel the spirits youâve swallowed, or do I have to beat them out ofyou?
As Wynter said that, she had already bitten her finger. She smeared the blood along the iron rod,infusing it with her power.
Gabbyâs eyes narrowed as she noticed Wynterâs defiance. An intense resentment flared in her gaze. Itwas pure malice.
âYou Cascadians really like to do things the hard way. Since you wonât submit, stay and keep mecompany. Your body is much more suitable for me. The blood of a cultivator smells better.â