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... owd.
The Emperor of Zi Yue tightly clenched his fist. Anger was displayed on his aged face as he viciously swung his hand toward Ji Ru Ya. Pa! A clear, crisp slapping sound was heard.
Ji Ru Ya’s face was forced to the side and her hair flowed down, tightly sticking to her face. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but the mockery on her face didn’t vanish.
“Have I said wrongly? I had already heard your conversations. Moreover, she has promised ...
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