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People tried to stay away from Yan Fei and Fairy Zhen, they stayed away so as not to get involved in the deadly battle that would ensue between Fairy Zhen and Yan Fei.


Everyone had a bad feeling when they tried to get close to Fairy Zhen and Yan Fei, they could all be dragged into difficult troubles.


"Hemp" Yan Fei and Fairy Zhen simultaneously sniffed coldly at each other, it was obvious that they were enemies.


Back to Ye Chen, Ye Chan looked very se ...

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