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"I said it would be best if you let me go, but can you?"

Wen Jiu lowered his head and brushed off the flying ash on his sleeves. When he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Fan again, he had already suppressed about seventy to eighty percent of the fear he had felt while standing at this height.

"You really dare to think about it." Zhao Fan sneered, stretched out his hand, and pulled her over