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... house in Willow Village, his entire family could be seen kneeling on the ground. All of them seemed to be trembling in pain, but no one dared to make a sound. In front of them was a baby girl.

The baby girl was about three or four years old. She was dressed in messy clothes, but her skin that was exposed looked white and tender. Especially more so for her face, it looked so delicate that even the rich and powerful might not be able to raise such a beautiful girl.

“Stamp it.”

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