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... inally quieted down.
Ma Yue, being held back by Dong Minghui, finally felt comfortable, especially seeing Zhao Guodong’s frustrated look and the way Ye Ling hurt him, indescribably pleased.
"Ye Ling, that’s not good. He’s doing it for your sake, I’m fine." Fu Lei touched the swollen side of his face, realizing his teeth were loose.
He couldn’t help but curse Zhao Guodong as a wild man; indeed, a brute who only knows to use fists. Such a temper, if he goes to the army with ...
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