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... ing at him, clearly still angry inside.

Li Xiaoyao, on the other hand, lay down beside her and fell asleep, utterly exhausted from the day.

Healing Zhu Xiaoyue had consumed a good deal of Li Xiaoyao’s spiritual power, and since she was in the room, he couldn’t cultivate, so he could only recover slowly by sleeping.

Zhu Xiaoyue was quite angry initially, but seeing Li Xiaoyao’s weary sleeping form, the fire in her heart gradually extinguished.

Zhu Xiaoyue pulled ba ...

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