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Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,All that happened was his face slowly turned purple, and he became increasingly hazy, though he remained suspended in mid-air, still swinging the little demon on the swing. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.,During the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, year thirty-six, this was a good era.。