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"Ugh …!" Golden light was so nervous that he wanted to spit out the smoke.

Qing Lian bit his lips and said, "Sir, if your tongue still wants it, it's better if you don't move it."

He took a look at Long Yetian's hand. There was a lighter in Long Yetian's hand. The lighter was spinning in his palm. He pressed the ignition button from time to time: "If you like it so much, let me light it for you