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The youth looked at her, his eyes darkening a bit. "You want to raise me?"
Wen Jiu paused, "About that."
If she were to say to this Little Tyrant, "I can raise you. In the future, you can just peacefully eat soft food ?" He didn't know if he would live to see the sun tomorrow.
The north wind blew at the Plum Blossom in Wen Jiu's hand, causing a few petals to fall onto the youth's forehead
