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This ritual could only be performed by two souls of the same blood, the ritual consisted of giving the exact half of your life to your soulmate, fortunately for me, the donation I had made when Naytilli had attacked the guardian at the fenghuang temple, it made this ritual possible to do. However, this could still go wrong, despite giving away half my life I couldn't be sure I could bring the guardian back to me given her catastrophic state of health, but I was ready to take risks for her. , I didn't care what price I would have to pay!

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Então olá, e bem vindos a minha tentativa de fazer um perfil, já que já tenho 4 historias e um perfil patético, não que esse vai ser melhor...

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