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Cong Xiaofei could not laugh at all. He stuttered for a long time before saying, "Erm..." Master … "

"Nope." Before Cong Xiaofei could finish his sentence, Feng Ning had already guessed what he wanted to ask, "No, do you see Master looking like someone who likes to drink? I don't even have a single sip of wine here …"

"Ugh …"

"Cong Xiaofei, right now, sparring with master is basically useless