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Then he stopped, his body froze, and then he turned his head suddenly, and with the help of the dim moonlight, he cast it from the cracks in the dead branches and hit the black shadow on the face. Wu Jiu could see the shadow clearly in an instant. The face of the shadow.

At this moment, he almost had a face-to-face encounter with Sombra.

"Well!"

It was too late for Wu Jiuzang, but a hand was covering his mouth from behind, and he fell down in the withered grass.

Wu Jiao was taken aback. He had a wound on his back, and he thought it would hurt, but the man's movements were sharp, but very gentle. He stretched out his hand to pad Wu Jiao's back, and skillfully avoided the wound. There was no pain at all.

"Shhh—be quiet."

A sharp and distinct handsome face was almost close at hand, and Wu Jiu saw Qihou in a black robe pressing his lips with his index finger, signaling him to keep silent, then lowered his body, trying to hide his body in the In the dark grass.

Wu Jiao watched Qihou's handsome face slowly pressing down, as if it was a slow-motion shot, Wu Jiu hurriedly closed his eyes and turned his head sideways for a moment, finally revealing his fragile neck to Qihou.

Qihou lowered his body, and the slightly warmer breath fell on the side of Wu Jiu's neck, constantly sticking to his slender neck...