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... ve she hadn’t fallen to the ground.
She, a tiny figure, lay on Yang Xian’s chest, crying and looking at Yang Xian.
Her eyes were misty, giving a foggy view of the person in front of her.
For a moment, Yang Xian gave her the same feeling as in the live-stream, but the next second, that feeling disappeared, and Yang Xian’s murderous intent resurfaced.
Yang Xian himself was also pondering.
It was strange, a kind of indescribable strangeness.
The voice ...
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