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Sarcasm turned to panic, the farmer cried out, as if he had seen some terrible contagious disease, some horrifying filth, and retreated again and again.,But just as the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lane's leg.,His expression was still cold, as if he didn't care about a farmer's life at all, only considering the schedule for the two of them.。