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Chapter 67Vol. 2 - - Lost
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... fted through, carrying a faint trace of coolness.
Deep within the roadside woods—
Qiong Longshan stood tall, chest out, his face eerily calm as his gaze locked on Xiaolian.
Inside the prison cart sat Wang Xiao. Her plain white prison garb was soaked crimson with blood.
Her face had grown deathly pale.
Wang Xiao’s young son, Qiong Haijie, sobbed silently. One small hand clutched desperately at the bleeding hole in his mother’s body, while his tear-soaked ey ...
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