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Bai Yin looked at the person who came in the middle of the night and listened to these weird words.

What do you mean I'm not called Bai Yin?

If he wasn't Bai Yin, then who else could he be?

This question was not to be questioned.

Bai Yin's grip on the short knife immediately intensified.

He asked Lian Que, "Why do you ask?"

Lian Que was silent for a moment, then said: "Did I tell you