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... mly, just like looking at a statue, without the slightest mood swings.

"You ... what are you talking about?" Murong Zhuhai hardly believed his ears. "You want to stay with me, and you want to get an antidote? It's a delusion ..."

Yu Shengtan will naturally not let this already-easily available escape opportunity pass by and hissing loudly: "Ye Qingxuan, you stop me, you dare to go one step further and we will destroy the only antidote."

Ye Qingxuan sneered, said lightly: "Mi ...

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