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He raised his hand and slapped his neckline, and said casually, "Ziqing."

Ziqing quickly said, "Master?"

Wu Jiao smiled and bent slightly, Ziqing was only 12 years old, naturally much shorter than him.

Wu Jiu bent down, raised his right hand slightly, put his index finger on Ziqing's neck lightly, and with a little force, his white fingers traced Ziqing's slender neck all the way to his pointed chin, pressing against his chin. Chin, lift Ziqing's head up.

Wu Jiu squinted his tender eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, and said in a half-truthful tone, "Where did you go just now? Let me find it easier, my lord."