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Thinking of this, Lin Yi's soul sighed softly, with a look of sorrow on his face. He reluctantly raised his hand, gently touched Little Muddlehead's little head, and whispered: Little Muddlehead, you have never lived in peace since you followed me. Days, I shouldn't have brought you out of the Sword Tomb in the first place, but I did harm to you....