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... Three Souls and Seven Spirits were trembling in pain, your hands simply wouldn’t let go, and you vaguely felt a slight loosening of Wu Zhao’s veil.
"Second Young Master, let go quickly, you will die."
"Hehe, to die under the... flowers, one can still be a romantic ghost. However, if, you, call me ’husband’, I will let go."
"I..."
"Once you call me... you! must! agree... to be! My, your... wife!" Your lips were trembling, and even speaking was difficult for you. ...
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