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But before she could act, the next second, she was pinned against a tree.
Then, Ying Zijin heard a familiar voice.
"Yaoyao, it’s me."
Her expression changed slightly, her fingers still clutching three Golden Needles.
They were a fraction away from embedding into the man’s throat.
Ying Zijin’s hand stopped just in time, but the force could not be withdrawn and had to curve instead.
"Swoosh, swoosh!"
The three Golden Needl ...
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