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Jing Zhuozhuo sat on the back of a fast horse. Her heart was beating rapidly. It was impossible to say that she was not afraid, but Jing Zhuozhuo knew that it was useless to be afraid at this moment. She didn't expect Lan Ling to dare to act at this time.

The horses were galloping, but Jing Zhuozhuo had calmed down