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"Don't force me!" Mu Qingfeng's emotions were very unstable. His hand that was holding the dagger was shaking, leaving irregular bloody scars on Moo Nuannuan's neck.

Moo Nuannuan mocked, "I am only telling you the truth. You should know Mu Tingxiao's character. He can do anything."

Mu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, but his grip on the dagger loosened.

Although he did not want to admit it