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Jin Lin was lost in thought as he looked at Tian Xiaonuo. Tian Xiaonuo, dressed in snow-white clothes, stood upright in the breeze. Her black eyes reflected the white moonlight. If this was an illusion, Jin Lin wished he could never wake up.

"What if they burn it?"

Xu Dazhuang suddenly asked, "Will that manor lord cut off my hand as well?"

pulse coat could withstand ordinary flames