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"Deceiver?" Zhao Yun looked at Jiang Mo, confused.

"That's right, the traitor is one of the few professions, and Lilivia is the traitor!"

Jiang Mo's gaze suddenly turned ice-cold. Holding his fist, he smashed it down heavily.

"How did the lord know?"

"Wakar, a grateful slave leader!"

"Wakar?" Zhao Yun nodded. He was the one who said that.

Jiang Mo walked towards Zhao Yun