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The cold blood flew like a sandbag from the ground to Su Jiu'er's side.

Su Jiu'er gripped Leng Xue's throat tightly as she watched the veins on her opponent's face bulge out, unable to bear the sight.

"I think I've seen you somewhere before …" Su Jiu'er let go as her tone turned a little more gentle. In short, she didn't have a bad feeling about being cold-blooded