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The daggers Xia Sizhu held against Dongfang Ye drew closer, her eyes as cold as ice.

"What is the girl talking about?" Feeling the icy cold of the dagger, Dongfang Ye's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He knew that once Ah Zhu found out about this, his anger would not be small. He felt that as long as he moved, Ah Zhu would not hesitate to slash down with his dagger.

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