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How embarrassing.
If this got out, would she, who had lived for over thirty years, still have any face left?
Duan Xiuqi was still the Film Emperor most chased after by the paparazzi in the entertainment industry, and as his fiancée, if she were to stir up such a scandal again, she would utterly lose face.
Xue Qiu was sitting on the balcony sunbathing, its two paws clutching sunflower seeds, nibbling away, surrounded by a circle of various little birds.
Xue Qiu squeaked indignantly, 'They don't respect the ancestral Shuiyun Silk Net anymore, even Immortals can't escape from it.'
Scissors? Even burning with fire would be useless.
Just let it hang there.
Bai Yinyin and Tong Qingyan had been bustling about below for half a day, trying with scissors, fruit knives, even kitchen knives, yet the net, which looked as thin as silk, was indestructibly uncuttable, bizarrely so.
