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... er own uselessness was implicated in the prince. She couldn't forgive herself.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was firmly tied to a bench. Fearlessly I tried to move and found that I could not untie the rope at all. She had taken away the dagger and other things. Now she is really Become a person without a chicken.

Maybe someone outside the door would wake up now, not only Fang Dongqing who entered the room, but also a young lady Qingyao of the National Government House, looked ...

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