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... eged by them.

   In other words, it was this "male god" who indirectly harmed her.

  Unconsciously, Leng Qianxun glanced out of the window, and caught a glimpse of a side face that was a head taller than the heads of those who were crowded by the window.

  I saw the man's side face as sharp and angular as a sculpture, and he was extremely handsome. Under the thick eyelashes, the black pupils were as clear and dazzling as obsidian, shining with awe-inspiring heroism, deep and ...

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