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Not even removing his boots, Mobei-Jun laid down on his brand-new, not-once-slept-on bed. Shang Qinghua felt incomparably sick at heart.
“My King, this is Cang Qiong Mountain.”
A pillow full of strong destructive power flew over, striking Shang Qinghua and making him grimace in pain.
Shang Qinghua picked up the pillow, saying tactfully, “My King, this is my bed.”
Mobei-Jun stuck up a finger and waved it at him.
Noble and cool, he said one wor ...
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