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... leave it to you!}


Yang Qiuhong replies with her cute voice making Liu Yi feel relief, {Leave it to me, kid.}


Wearing Monarch Armour, Luo Ying is controlled by the black armor and leaps into the sky.


“Ah! What is going on?”


Luo Ying rides the clouds and flies into the sky.


“Lass, don’t be afraid. I will not let you die.”


A woman’s voice rings out beside Luo Ying’s ear, scaring her into screaming.


“There is a ghost!”


“ ...

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