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"Mengmeng …"

Gong Nanling was scared half to death and reached out his hand to grab it.

A streak of white light rapidly flew over, followed by a merciless taunt.

"An insignificant skill."

"Xiao Qi …"

The frightened Gong Nanling pushed Gu Mengmeng into the car and stood in front of her. Raising his eyes, he saw a handsome, white-robed youth. Holding the dagger in his hand