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Mo Xiaoju also clearly knew that the danger was lurking in her surroundings. She didn't even raise her head to reply before she increased her speed to search for the bug.

Zhuang Diandian had already taken out her small sword and rolled her eyes.

"Rustle, rustle ?"

It was this voice again.

Zhuang Diandian's grip on the blade became tighter as she stared in that direction