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... eeing him gripping the branding iron, pressing it mercilessly onto Hong Lian’s body.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of the branding iron searing flesh made one’s skin crawl.
Leng Muling felt a shiver down her spine, and dared not imagine the sensation of that thing burning the skin.
But her glance at Mo Qi grew more and more concerned.
What exactly did Hong Lian do to make Mo Qi imprison her in the imperial prison and interrogate her with such torture?
Mo Qi ...
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