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AnnXing was still half drunk. When he raised his head to take a look, his eyes were that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old teenager. Dressed in brocade, sitting high on the horse, looking down at him as if he were a prisoner and he were interrogating him.

AnnXing couldn't help but get angry.

He laughed disdainfully, "Who are you to capture me!"

Someone said harshly: "How dare you