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"Run?" The Gargamel let out an unpleasant laugh in the air.

"Ermo, if you want the blood of the Qilin Tiger, then grab that little marten!" The Gargamel didn't even look in the direction of Bai Qianqian. It straddled on top of the broom and charged downwards, landing in front of the Eastern Uncle Mu Chen.

"Hiss!"

The black mist behind the Gargamel tumbled