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... hoked to death from the girl’s loud declaration.

Wait. Majestic Star “Panther Head” Lin Chong? Did he mishear her?

“Can you repeat that?” Shu Jing asked after a little while.

“From now on, this servant is your woman.” Lin Chong blushed as she repeated each word angrily. If not because of the Star Knights’ oath, she would have already split this man, who was pretending to be oblivious, in half.

Shu Jing quickly clarified.

“No, what you said before that. Lin ...

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