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On a praying mat opposite of Ning Xuemo, a man was leisurely sitting, with clothes like flames and a gentle expression like a poem.
One of his hands supported his chin while the other played with the praying mat. After he noticed that Ning Xuemo had opened her eyes, his red lips hooked up into a smile similar to that of a modest gentlemen. However, the words he spoke were in quite the contrast to his appearance, “Hey! Little girl, are you cultivating to be a smelly frog ...
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