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The White Tiger's comfort was naturally expressed to Leng Xinmei as well.

Leng Xinmei, who had already vomited blood, couldn't wait to slap the white tiger to death.

The whirlpool in the sky spun rapidly, causing the surrounding trees to rustle, and lightning bolts to appear as if they were roaring. Leng Xinmei's chest was constantly being pounded