"Kangdang—"

The cut iron mask fell to the ground, Sean touched his mouth, and then waved his wand expressionlessly.

A forked tongue had grown back out of the hollow mouth.

"Hiss—I'm not used to this thing. But it doesn't matter." Sean stuck out his tongue in front of the mirror, and it felt good to be able to speak again.

During this period, in his small room, there was always a man standing with a tool

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