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"Thank you!"
Jian Wushuang looked at Saint Hong gratefully, then he turned around and went to the manor where Leng Rushuang lived.
"Grand uncle-master!" Long Xingzi was anxious.
Saint Hong waved his hand and said, "Let him go. He can't take Xiaofeng away. After all, the people over there are coming."
"So fast?" Long Xingzi was shocked.
Of course, he knew who Saint Hong was talking about.
Without the experts from the Dragon-phoenix Pavilion blocking him, Jian Wushuang soon arrived at the beautiful manor.
In the attic corridor of the manor, Jian Wushuang saw Leng Rushuang again.
Leng Rushuang had been standing there. She had seen what had happened on the battlefield, but her expression became very complicated when she saw Jian Wushuang again.
"Shuang Er, come with me, okay?" Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and stared at Leng Rushuang with deep affection.
