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Sedan VIII of Tibetan Scriptures

Lu Wubi scratched his dirty hair, his grey hair had already condensed into a strand on his scalp, making him look extremely disgusting, "I don't know, but benefactor told me to not let anyone enter the Jing Family backyard."

Jing Mo was suspicious: "Who is your benefactor?"

Lu Wubi pressed his lips together, his eyes firm