Feeling Chen Qi's presumptuous gaze, Jacqueline's eyes were slightly cold.

She raised her wrist and drew wisps of magical aura, rolling and tying into snakes.

The cold breath wafted with the aroma of poison, and the nested spells compounded into a terrifying snake nest, exuding a terrifying aggression.

Magical, poisonous fangs.

Without chanting, Jacqueline's own magic alone can be stimulated, relying on magic power to transform the masterpiece of water and ice.

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