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Long Ao Tian laughed as he clapped his hands, appearing in front of her.

"You …"

Cold sweat broke out on Ju Xiaoyue's forehead, and she couldn't help but point her sword forward.

"Mingyue, Qingfeng, Beauty, Jian Feng …"

Long Ao Tian nodded his head with the satisfaction of a poet, as if he was enjoying this scene very much. He was not the least bit moved by Ju Xiaoyue's hostility