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As the night descended, the moonlight was gorgeous. Su Zi Mo leaned against the stone chair, gnawing on a spirit fruit in his mouth, his legs crossed. He looked at the awkward and frigid Martial Spirit with a cold sneer on his face.

Little Mo stood at the side, not wearing a black veil. Her face was as red as an apple, and she lowered her head to the side, clenching her fists tightly