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... Your Majesty." Su Wei left.

Chen Luoyang sat alone in the hall, thinking.

If Tao Jun really wanted that black coffin, what would be the reason?

Ming Zun secretly contacted the Qingniu Guanzhu, Huang Quanjie seemed to have a plan for Daomen and Qingwei. It was not so quiet on the surface. Is Dao Jun now borrowing this black coffin?

Or did she perceive Chen Chuhua's affairs, or doubted him because of Chen Luoyang and Mozun?

Because of Su Wei's relationship with ...

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