The captain of the Ninth Guard, General Turan, gasped and thought, "My God, beautiful women have always been short-lived. What kind of luck do I have?"
She turned around and ran, but the sound of her military boots had exposed her. Dylan Lin shouted, "Stop right there!"
Turan stood up and down against the wall, thought for a moment, turned around, and kept facing the wall, not looking at anything inappropriate.
Lu Bixing calmly retracted his claws, as if the murderous aura that was blowing towards him had made a detour when it met him, and turned into two wisps of breeze that patted his sleeves.
If he acted coquettishly like usual at this moment, perhaps Dylan Lin would be able to beat him out happily.
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