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The entire room seemed to have entered into a cold winter, the air pressure was so heavy that it seemed as if the air temperature had dropped by a few degrees. Baili Zonglv stood in the midst of a mess, his chest heaving up and down violently.

Xie Ming and He Fang secretly looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

— Do you want to go?

He Fang raised his eyebrows