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Fang Miaomiao looked at Lin Feng with an extremely complicated gaze. There was also hatred. All sorts of painful emotions interweaved, leaving only hatred in the end.

His gaze turned cold. Her hand pulled a gun out of her dress. Finally, he pointed it at Lin Feng, and the black wound finally met Lin Feng's forehead.

He felt a chill on her forehead, and her entire body had a cold aura