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Qi Yuanming stared at Wen Yue's eyes that were pierced, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a little, his silence could slowly engulf a person.
Wen Yue did not dare to make a sound. Qi Yuanming's expression was still calm, and a depressing atmosphere spread outwards. He suddenly laughed, but his eyes did not have the slightest bit of warmth