"Oh?" Baili Gong hooked his lips and smiled, quickly raised his hand and pinched the wrist of the man in black beside him, lightly buckled, broke his tendons, flipped his wrist, and took out a silver needle from the arrow sleeve that was about to shoot.

"Tell me, who sent you...

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