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The impudent laughter was instantly swallowed into his stomach and he could no longer laugh.

The porcelain vase was thrown to the ground. Xiao Linmu Teng grabbed the back of Xia Yi's head.

When they separated, the white powder spread on their faces was as uniform as it could be.

Even Xia Yi's eyelashes were a little white, and her eyelids were icy cold.

Xia Yi wanted to rub her eyes