Song Of Bingqiu

Song Of Bingqiu

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After Bing-ge's fight with his weaker version and a Shizun that was the polar opposite of his scum Shizun. Binghe returns to his own universe. But he can't get it off his mind. Was he really so pathetic as to want the very man that humiliated him? Probably not. He just wanted to play with and discard him once he's grown tired... right?... right?!
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