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In a split-second, Jin Weiwei's nose turned sour, and an urge to cry surfaced in her mind.

In the end, Jin Weiwei held back the corners of his mouth, and endured. There were others here, it would be too embarrassing if they cried.

Cheng Yu was startled, he felt that the man beside Jin Weiwei was a little different, the cold aura around him was extremely similar to that of a superior cultivator