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... ngfeng’s dark pupils flashed with incredulity.
"My uncle’s death, you cannot shirk the responsibility." Yan Wanqing had not expected that it would eventually come to this between them.
"...your uncle’s death has nothing to do with me, this matter is—" Just as Xiao Pingfeng began to speak, Yan Wanqing cut him off, "The eighteenth layer of hell belongs to you, without your orders, could Ming Quan have mobilized Ghost Shadow? Moreover, before my uncle died, he took Dissolution Powde ...
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