Lucifer was bored that morning. He rubbed his chin as he thought. "Speaking of which, this is quite miraculous. Where did my curse about the storm go to? There is completely no news about it at all… No, a search among all the people against Hong Dali found no one being hit by a storm. Did my curse not work? Or has it lost its effect? It didn't seem like it… Did something happen on Hong Dali's side? Hmm, that's possible. This Hong Dali is really quite amazing…"
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"Ah-choo," Hong Dali sneezed on the deck of Big Fish. He rubbed his nose. "Who's talking about me?" He sneezed again as he spoke. "Ah-choo. Oh god. Damn it. The weather is quite warm, why do I keep sneezing…"
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