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Killing intent, extremely cold killing intent. It wasn't Yang Wuyi or the other three, it was Qi Muqing. Su Ruo turned her head to look at Qi Muqing. The night wind was blowing his sleeves, and with one hand holding the lantern and the other holding his back, he narrowed his eyes slightly. His black pupils were bright and cold, like a king looking down on the world