Zheng Qing had already prepared for the witch's doubts.

"I suspect someone is cursing me."

He sat up slightly like Jiang Yu, glanced left and right, lowered his voice, and looked cautious and uneasy: "Although there is no direct evidence for the time being... but under normal circumstances, Fatty Xin's spell will never hurt me! "

Jiang Yu's expression immediately became serious.

"curse?"

She frowned slightly, not knowing when between her fingers

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