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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 Fatty immediately pounced beside Liu Feifei, putting Liu Feifei on his back.,“Let me warn you one last time,” I couldn't help but say. “You, her… tethering yourself to a demon… won’t end well.”。