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Zhang Shu and Xiahou Xue were both surprised for a moment. They quickly turned around and saw a young man with delicate features walking out from Xiahou Xue's house. She wore a white robe. Zhang Shu asked coldly.

"Who are you?"

The man in white rubbed his eyes and stretched lazily, speaking sleepily.

"Who else could it be? Of course it's your enemy