"Why do you think that you found a way to counter the Soul Harvest Technique, but I didn't?"
Mia Jiang hummed a Jiangnan tune, and her autumn-water-like eyes kept glancing at Lily Changsheng.
Lily Changsheng put on a long gown to cover his messy hair and red Mark Wangs all over his body, and with a gloomy face he lowered his head to look for his shoes.
"here."
Mia Jiang hooked a finger and the white shoes swayed gently in her hand.
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