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Xing Ang's face sank. He did not answer Mu Bingyue's question. Instead, a trace of unhappiness flashed across his eyes.

"Say something, aren't you strong in magic? Can't the poison gas do anything to you? Furthermore … I've already fainted from the poison and I'm still safe and sound. Why did you … Would you not see it? " Mu Bingyue was flustered and afraid. She shook Xing Ang's hand