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... ht cocoon.

For quite a while, only the rustling of the green vines were present.

Qian Rongzhi had stopped talking at a certain time. She just stared at the verdant cocoon dazedly.

After confirming Qian Yannian’s death, Diao Fei rushed up urgently and removed the vines. He searched through Qian Yannian’s body, but he obviously failed to find the hundred treasures pouch.

He could not help but turn back and look at the tenacious sixteen-year-old, but all he saw was h ...

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