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... voice was so calm and matter-of-fact, as if she was just saying something unimportant.
But when it entered Lang Qingzu's ears, it was like a horrible thunder impacting her whole small body.
Painful! Cold! Cruel! Merciless!
"M-master..."
Lang Qingzu hesitated as she looked at Zhen Bingluo, unable to understand why this beloved and dear master whom she loved very much had said that to her. Her beautiful little eyes filled with tears and rolled down her cheeks, combi ...
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