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"Afraid?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback.
At that moment, the sky conveniently flashed several times, casting ghostly shadows onto another layer.
Five Angel Sculptures surrounded Mao Feiyang and Mu Daxian like a Cross. They were no longer covering their faces with their hands; instead, they twisted their bodies, stretched their necks out, and brought their heads close to Feiyang's side. With eyes closed and nostrils flared wide, their faces showed the expression of savoring a delicious scent.
They reached out with sharp claws, but did not touch Mao Feiyang's body, carefully sniffing around him, as if afraid of shattering him with a careless touch.