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Rub, rub, rub...

She stopped abruptly.

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.

The Bull Demon Mask in her hands was soaked with water, and the thick pigment on it had been melted while she was wiping it, but …

The pigment on the mask seemed to be different from the one on the snake ghost mask.

While cleaning his wet clothes, the bamboo basket asked in confusion, "Miss Ji? Did I break this mask? "

"No