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... tioners.

And Dou Yuxin is just an ordinary girl, not a practitioner at all. Otherwise, it is only the identity of the practitioner, and it is not dare to provoke her to kill the yellow hair.

"how did you do it?"

When I came to Dou Yuxin, Lin Feng asked.

The white crystal in the hands of Dou Yuxin was left to her when Lin Feng left, let her go out to eat when she was hungry. Dou Yuxin does not have white crystals themselves, so Lin Feng is still very careful.

"I ...

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