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"Young Master, shall I lead you back" Lü Nóng bent over and asked in a soft voice.,A cold wind, like a sharp knife, pierced into his eyes, making him forget to breathe. Suddenly, he bumped headfirst into a cold chest.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.。