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Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",Ning Qingxue left a sentence and walked into a white Maserati parked on the roadside.,The driver still had a man wearing black-rimmed glasses sitting in the front passenger seat.。