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... afraid she didn't hear it and said it again.
On the square table of mahogany, Fu Xuan put a cup of tea and glanced at what Cen Simiao was holding. She hid hidden subconsciously, and Fu Xuan looked away coldly, her eyes lashed, and then drew the corner of her mouth: "Drink tea to moisten her throat."
Especially gentle.
Cen Simiao felt more and more panicked.
Think about what the system said just now. It is not difficult to let Fu Xuan kill her. Cen Simao wondered why h ...
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