"Please be gentle with the ice cube, it hurts." Yan Yu was held in Zi Qingge's hand and struggled constantly.

"It won't hurt if you move less." Zi Qingge ignored Yan Yu's shouting and used magic to instantly reach a sparsely populated small garden. Yes, this is Yan Yu's small medicine garden, where many strange flowers and plants are planted.

After landing, Yan Yu protected her chest with both hands and stared at Zi Qingge warily, "What do you want to do?"

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