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Ye Wulan's face was as cold as ice, the sand flying around her also formed countless butterfly-like strange images as she chased after the black tiger's voice. She used one foot to stand on a tree branch and lightly tapped on it, while at an astonishing speed, she dove down from the sky like flowing water, and with a twist of her body

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