C946 Foam

The darkness lasted for a while.

Meng Yu was puzzled. Didn't she say that she only had twenty breaths to change clothes and wear a mask? Suddenly, Ning Qiu's sweet gurgling sound could be heard. "Young Master Meng, your hair is white. Do it. And try not to bow your body. The black fog will disappear in about 30 breaths. I thought of your hair just now. I pushed the time back a bit."

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