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A man wearing thin rubber gloves, was sealing off the area.
Ruan Youqing wanted to rush over to stop him.
"Bang!"
A ceiling lamp above her head crashed down on her; she was smashed to the ground.
The relentless fire engulfed her.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape.
Her gaze met the man’s, and the indifference in his eyes made her feel sick.
"Zhao Yixing, may you die a horrible death! Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you of ...
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