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The guards were tossed back and forth by the Drunken Dream Pavilion, flying back and forth. Luo Lingwei's melodious whistle, no matter if it was her own people or people, had disappeared without a trace.

A figure floated down from the corner of the wall.

Luo Lingwei lay on the windowsill, looking forward to it.

Dugu Qian Huan didn't seem to have any malicious intent