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He turned around and left.
Rong Moqing narrowed his eyes as he watched. The strength of his fingers on the dragon pearl had obviously increased subconsciously, so much so that his knuckles turned slightly blue.
But Ye Qianli…
She had already returned to the South Camp with a whoosh. She did not even look at Rong MO, let alone wait. Rong MO, who was standing in the air, was left hanging, and his clear eyes darkened.
This little leopard had guts! It was over!
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