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"Yun Mengloong." Kin Bingying called softly. After the modifications and filtration on the phone, an indescribable warmth and affection appeared out of thin air.

"Oh, my dear Ying'er, you miss me, right? I really miss you. You haven't come to class these few days either. I wanted to look for you, but the Ci Hang Jing Mosque is in a place that Yun Shen doesn't know about. I can't find it