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The forest was burned by the raging flames layer after layer. The flames were reflected on the branches that were frozen by the ice in a beautiful yet eerie manner. As Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes and looked at the golden hairpin in her right palm, a beautiful face flashed across her mind.

Jing Jiaren slowly closed her eyes and made a decision.

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When Jing Ruge and Old Madam Jing arrived, the VIPs were helping catch the ice flood dragon. Jing Jiaren was at the front, but it was unknown if it was because the ice flood dragon was too cunning or if Jing Jiaren and the others had made a wrong judgment, but they couldn't catch the ice flood dragon.