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Angry and weak water appeared beside Yue Fei as fast as lightning, unable to cover up his ears from the ringing of the bell.

Yue Fei could no longer remain calm.

A weak kick landed on Yue Fei's leg.

A cold sweat trickled down Old Daoist Qing Yun's forehead as he looked at the twitching Yue Fei.

What was going on?

Old Daoist Qing Yun subconsciously looked at Liu Mei's watery face. Suddenly