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... ouldn't put it down, when Zuo Wenwen's head fell to the ground, She was really shocked inside.

But she didn't understand why the emperor had other feelings for her, because she was as beautiful as heaven? Well, she is probably narcissistic.

After returning from the mission, the memory will remain in her mind, but this teleportation pod will strip away all emotions. She recalls everything that happened in the mission now, like a person reading a story.

On the transparent boar ...

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