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    Just yanked back, covered her eyes with one hand, and pulled her whole body into a slightly cool embrace.

    The smell of blood thick in his nostrils was obviously much smaller when the faint smell of tobacco came through.

    Perhaps no one expected that the one who stopped Fu Jiu would be Qin Mo at this time.

    The man stood like that with his long body, long legs and handsome face, his pure white shirt was stained with a bit of blood type, but even so, it could not hide his natural aura.

    That’s different from anyone else.

    If I had to describe it, it was like well-polished jade, positively invulnerable to a hundred ghosts.

    This was especially true of his low, deep voice as he covered the teenager’s eyes.

    “Are you trying to beat him to death? Then close your eyes too, they’re inflamed and it’s better not to see so much blood.”

    Fu Jiu sniffed and his back lurched, not making a move.

    She knew that the Great Spirit was telling her to calm down.

    Fu Jiu also did quiet down, his long legs pointing there without kicking again, looking as if he was back to his usual self.

    After all, there was just something about the Great Spirit that could put people at ease.

    That kind of scent wasn’t all that gentle.

    Rather, it’s too much to say.

    On the contrary, those few people next to him thought that they had come to an opportunity, so they thought to take advantage of this time to sneak attack Qin Mo!

    Qin Mo was never a master to be messed with, one hand yanked the teenager, and with a lift of his long legs, he viciously kicked those people to the ground.

    One, then the next!

    There was wind caught in that movement, and a sense of dominance.

    It made it so that no one dared to take a step forward anymore.

    Especially since one of them got his ass kicked.

    It would be even more daring to take any more chances.

    Fu Jiu had her eyes covered by the Great Spirit the entire time, she saw nothing, but she could hear that one voice.

    The table is utterly shattered.

    And a floor of glass.

    Wait until the Great Spirit’s hand moves away.

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