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"Young Master has a dagger on him?" Ah Bao was really hurt by the hard thing on her waist. She turned around and felt that the thing on her waist was a little warm. Could it be that Fu Yu had warmed up after wearing it for a long time?

"Hmm?" Holding Ah Bao's arm, Fu Yu replied in a low voice. For a while, he ignored Ah Bao's question and did not pay much attention to it