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Yan Yun'er's heart turned cold. She vaguely felt that Warlord's disciple didn't have any good impression of her.

"My lord, you must be joking. If we were to talk about such a peerless appearance, I am fully deserving of it." As she spoke, Yan Yun'er felt cold sweat trickling down her back.

Nan Zhijun suddenly smiled when she heard what he had said