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... t listen to this sentence, those who don’t know, think that Jing Muyan is the star of Xuanwu’s subordinates.

   Xiaokou often opens, he is a professional.

  Gu Zongchen stopped reciting the scriptures without even looking at them, his expression was indifferent: "Xuanwu's strength is very clear to me, Suzaku shouldn't swallow him."

   "How do you say, you are the defeated under Xuanwu?" Jing Muyan narrowed his eyes slightly, taking the opportunity to spy on information.

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