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"Mommy, look at Fat Dragon, look at him!"

Squeak, squeak. She grabbed onto Su Wanqing's hair with a wronged expression. Her eyes were red with tears as she complained to Su Wanqing with her small mouth.

However, at this moment, Su Wanqing's attention was all focused on Qing Niao, who was standing on the arena. He was a teenager with wolf like cold eyes, short white hair