Mu Haotian saw that Han Wenjing picked a sword box, a black iron rod, and a small half mirror, and clapped his hands and praised:

"Sister Han was really born with fiery eyes, and she saw at a glance that these were three kinds of treasures."

Han Wenjing smiled slightly, and said angrily:

"Don't always praise me if you're fine, hypocrisy, rhetoric, I don't eat this."

Having said that, Mu Haotian praised her heartily, and she listened to it inexplicably comfortably, often holding a wisp on her lips

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