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What is this?
This is a monster...
Zuoqiu Yiren held the gourd, her red lips slightly parted, the wine she drank flowing out from the corner of her mouth, her clear eyes widened.
How long has it been?
And he already knows it!
"Didn't the Sect Leader tell me that his Immortal Body is the same as Zhao Fujin's, but even Zhao Fujin didn't learn this fast..."
Zuoqiu Yiren couldn't make sense of it, and even started to doubt if the Merak Flying Sword was really created by her, or by Chen Mo.
Chen Mo flicked his finger, and the Tianwen sword flew back to his hand. He turned to look at Zuoqiu Yiren, who was leaning against the tree, and said, "Yiren, how was it?"
Zuoqiu Yiren stood up, with a thought, she flashed to Chen Mo's side, unable to hide the shock and astonishment in her eyes, she blurted out, "How do you know this?"
"Yiren, didn't you just teach me?" Chen Mo said.
