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... t Lancelot in front of her, and then silently withdrew the sword in her hand.

"Ling Ye, let's go."

Hearing Xiao Mo's words, Ling Ye didn't understand either.

"What's the matter, Xiao Mo, you're admitting defeat, it's not your character."

Ling Ye knew Xiao Mo very well, no one would admit defeat, no one was afraid, how could such a Xiao Mo admit defeat However, listening to Ling Ye's words, Xiao Mo shook his head.

"It's not that I admit defeat, it's just that I ...

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