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'Swish … ' Luo Qi threw the throwing knife in his hand. The sharp blade slid past Xia Meng's face, bringing a gust of wind with it.

Xia Meng took two steps back.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Su Xiaowu, "I understand, I will consider it carefully."

Little Wu smiled, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing like a crescent moon. She looked so harmless