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... still a bit annoyed.


Ming Shu first bought a mask and a hat for du Qin, and then forced him to put it on under du Qin’s murderous gaze.


“Don’t show off your face. Those Taoist priests are looking for you everywhere. If they fight, I’ll be the one implicated.”


Du Qin’s eyes became colder and colder.


Ming Shu slightly pulled down his mask. The mask hung on his fair chin. Ming Shu held onto his shoulder and raised her head to peck him.


The ...

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