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... Ten Wraithions broke through the walls of Ji Feng Manor, stepped on the Supreme Saint inscriptions on the ground, and surrounded Wuma Jiuxing.


Talismans flew around the edge of the Manor, interweaving into spider web-like talismans that sealed the dimension.


The one controlling the talismans was Fogwraith, one of the Ten Wraithions.


She wore a large black robe and had thick black hair. However, she didn’t have a body. There was only fog and a pair of blood-red eyes ...

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Jing You is a genius who loves money, like a money-making machine without emotion. The president’s life skills are blank, and Jiang Shengyan is both a secretary and a mother.
We have known each other for ten years and worked together for five years.
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1. The age difference is 7 years old, and the secretary’s mother is a girlfriend
2. The president’s appearance is immobile, but in fact it is a two-way crush
3. This is a president who loves money very much.
4. All members are not in one channel series

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