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Li Xuejian's pupils contracted violently.
He stared at Ye Xuan with shock, as if looking at a devil, and questioned, "When did you pull my hair out?"
"Just now."
Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously.
Then, he opened his palm and tossed a tuft of hair onto Li Xuejian's face.
"Do you really think you're fit to run wild in Yan Country?"
Ye Xuan laughed coldly, a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth as he said lightly, "Carrying a cello case with a giant sword inside, did you really think no one would notice?"
"You!"
Li Xuejian's expression changed drastically, a look of panic on his face.
He simply couldn't believe it.
That there was actually someone in this world who could tell with just a glance that he had a giant sword inside his cello case.
And even more, was able to pull out his hair without him noticing.
Under normal circumstances, having hair pulled out would be very painful.
