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Mu Zhaoyang coughed and replied, "Yes, I know. Our Xiao Xiao is a female hero. Why would he be afraid?"

"Humph, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Let's go. This should be the Hundred Insects' Field." Gu Xiaoxiao frowned as she took out the Ice Grass from her bag and lit it up. A cold and delicate fragrance immediately emanated from it.

A rustling sound immediately came from the quiet field