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... us that it was a poison made of compound gas. Zhao Yu did not have time to give orders and lost his mind.
“Roar—!”
With a low growl, Zhao Yu pounced on Qian Ying Ying.
At this moment, Qian Ying Ying’s eyes were also slightly red. There was a tenderness in her eyes as if she wanted to melt Zhao Yu.
The two of them hug each other.
“Have you heard of the Crippled Symbol Art?”
As he indulged himself, Zhao Yu seemed to hear Qian Ying Ying’s voice.
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