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Chapter 98 Her hands are cold, his hands are warm(2/2)

That's his brother.

In the same year as him, he became a three-ring warlock.

And fifty years later, he became a fourth-ring warlock.

And William, because he felt that he could not surpass his younger brother, so he started from scratch, found a famous warrior to be his teacher, and gave up his title to his younger brother without any complaints.

He is not only a genius in the path of a warlock, but also a genius in the path of a warrior.

Amy's voice sounded from the side.

"My mother once said during her lifetime that my father was indeed a genius. He had a persistent drive in his heart and would never give up until he accomplished his goal."

Her voice is very calm.

It's so peaceful that it makes you feel sad.

Ken thought of Amy crying bitterly in his arms after her father died, as if her faith collapsed.

This girl once regarded her father as a spiritual totem.

Ken held Amy's palm with his hand, but the temperature was still very low.

He asked: "Do you want to continue reading? If you feel uncomfortable, it's okay not to read."

Amy's palms were trembling slightly.

The calmer the girl's face is, the more obvious her inner fluctuations are.

Then, her fingers clasped Ken's hand behind her back.

"Mr. Ken, don't let go." The girl said, "This may be the last time I read their story."

The girl looked at the stage intently, her fingers intertwined with Ken's.
Chapter completed!
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