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... emnants of the bun and licked the sides of its mouth before replying, “I don’t know. The old man sealed me in before it happened…”

Bai Ye squinted her eyes at the white creature.

Her gaze made the creature uncomfortable and its claws scratched softly against her palm. “I really don’t know. The old man didn’t allow me to see…”

“Then how do you know it’s not the Qing family?” Bai Ye asked suspiciously.

Realizing it fell into Bai Ye’s trap, the little creature puffed its ...

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