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... Bug King!

Wang Shouzhe’s mouth twitched a few times, his fifth sister was usually inconspicuous, but in private, she was somewhat… hair-raising.

“Buzz buzz!”

The fist-sized Nine-star Bug King’s carapace opened, and its membranous wings vibrated rapidly in response to her.

At the same time, Wang Luo Jing took out a jade bamboo flute from her waist, put it to her lips, and began to play. It was a unique rhythm, sharp and high-pitched, grating on the ears.

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