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Sagen Takei immediately held the can in his left hand, made a fist with his right hand, and smashed it on the left cheek of the old woman.

This slightly obese five fingers, that black nails grow quickly, pierced Sagen Takei's pajamas, then was stopped by the protective film of black tendons just covered, making the sound of sharp knives scraping on thick cowhide.

The pain in the shoulder, the teeth dripping with mucus in front of him gradually enlarged, Sagen Takei knew that his strength was still a bit short of this old woman, and even the black tendon protective film could only resist in the first few seconds, indicating that the other party's strength was still higher than his own.

Ohori, on the other hand, sat on the bed and stuffed another candy into her mouth, and finding that she could still feel the sweetness, she silently spit it out again and rewrapped it in candy paper.

Taking this time, Sagen Takei is also ready to run through the recent encounters in his head.

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