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Taan Xiang's face also had a hint of nervousness. However, he quickly calmed himself down. He took a deep breath, held it in, and the brush in his hand also fell.

"Hahaha." One of Su Zhe's henchmen immediately laughed, "Look at his nervous look, he can't be using brushes, right?"

The sound of the lackey's laughter interrupted Taan Xiang. The brush in Taan Xiang's hand instantly drew a stroke