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It was Lu Qiji, the cold-hearted, the Lu Qiji that was blunt and never shew any mercy.


Chu Xun turned around and snapped: “What? In your heart I am not as good as that stupid Li Muyang?”


“You’re below him.” Lu Qiji said without the slightest emotion on her face. Her mood was extremely calm, which makes people believe what she said was was the truth. “He is my opponent, not yours.”


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