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... trands of hair caressed Mu Lin’s cheeks, his icy eyes fixed on Jing Chen. Their eyes met, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an unusually... sinister smile.
"Qiaozi!" Mu Lin’s voice rang in Qiaozi’s ears. With that, Qiaozi sprang to full attention. "Go on," Mu Lin commanded once more.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a small black porcelain bottle flew from Mu Lin’s hand, vanishing soundlessly among the leaves amidst the mayhem. It landed precisely at Qiaozi’s feet. ...
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