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black gold whip shining in the window sunlight. Murong wind is approaching step by step, and the breath of your whole body leaks out a trace, which is enough to make the five people in front of you scared.

"Murong Feng, you know who I am. If you dare to hit me, my father will not let you go." Finally, the noble young man was afraid. Murong's breath was strong, and he couldn't help making a threatening noise.

"I'm in charge of who your father is, your Majesty the new king. I'll fight as usual if I offend you. I haven't found your bad luck yet....