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... do for the moment.

To leave her in the Women's Kingdom? Given the Demon Infant's sky-high resentment, if truly left behind, maybe the King of the Women's Kingdom would die by her hands again.

After all, the Demon Infant had already killed her once during childbirth.

But, to keep the Demon Infant by his side? That didn't seem appropriate either.

As he continued his journey to the west, he had only with great difficulty aligned Little White Dragon and Sha Wujing to ...

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