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Two hours later, Jun Mochou woke up. Her snow-white wings had been fully formed, and when they flapped, they brought with them huge waves of air. It was like a tide, orderly and orderly.

Swish! With a flap of her snow-white wings, Jun Mochou's figure was like an afterimage as she flew into Ye Mingche's arms. Ye Mingche smiled faintly. He didn't know when the White Jade Mask was hanging up