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But after ten breaths of time, the white clothed youth opened his eyes, only to see Qin Yi's dagger on the stone table, while he was drinking tea by himself, with a relaxed look on his face, "This tea is not bad, not bad, come, continue drinking, don't waste this good stuff."

The previously overbearing Qin Yi, who looked like an evil young master from an influential family, was no longer there