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... did you say?"
Zhang Cuichun stayed silent, her expression darkly venomous, breaking into an eerie laugh.
The laughter was aged and raspy like a crow, echoing repeatedly through the cell, sending chills down one’s spine.
Shen Yinning’s face was cold and stern as water as she took a whip off the wall and struck Zhang Cuichun without hesitation.
In an instant, Zhang Cuichun’s twisted, sinister smile transformed into an agonized grimace, screaming incessantly: "I am n ...
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