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The green vines drooped down, and raindrops dripped from Mian Niang's face onto Gu Hui's mouth. The man's dark red tongue rolled, and directly swallowed that raindrop.

"Ah Mi, you really do have feelings for this grandpa."

"You're thinking too much. If you really die here, I'm afraid that in the future, evil spirits will take your life."

Mian Niang's small face was taut