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... , Xia Ju clapped happily with her two small hands. “Fancy martial arts can’t compare to a gun!”
He Xing sat down beside Du Yue, the silver gun spinning in his slender fingers. “Now you don’t have to worry about being monitored by An Wu. If you have anything to say, just say it.”
Xia Ju rested her hands on her chin, her silver eyes shining with excitement. “He Xing, can you bring me with you?”
Before He Xing could answer, Xia Ju sighed again. “Forget it. You’re not someone wh ...
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