"Don't worry, they're gone."

When the familiar Hang'er Lang voice drilled into his cochlea, Feng Xiaoyu seemed to be appeased by him, and he could come back to his senses.

Her back tensed, and she looked up to confirm whether the person who spoke was Zong Wencheng.

The man hooked his lips and joked: "You see me so directly, miss me?" ”

He didn't seem to feel any pain.

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Chapter 117 of "Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" really didn't miss me? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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