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Bo Wuyi rushed back into the carriage in a flurry and pressed his uncontrollable chest.

Thump. Thump. A powerful heartbeat.

He wrinkled his forehead and a terrifying thought suddenly emerged in his mind:

It's just that he seems to like one of them … Someone you shouldn't like.

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"I heard that the Jade Slaughtering King is sick?"

Inside Chu Yu's palace, Bai Yun laughed and drank a cup of tea