Hearing this familiar voice, Zhou Mu's expression changed drastically, and his scalp seemed to explode.

He suddenly looked behind Song Miaoyu.

A figure in white came from the other side of the passage.

"Jun Xiaoyao!"

The blood on Zhou Mu's face receded, and there was a kind of pale.

For Jun Xiaoyao, he has already produced an instinctive shadow.

Even in the face of Song Miaoyu, he didn't feel that way.

Song

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