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"Okay." Li Qingshan nodded and agreed, Hua Xiangrong also came from the world, and her separation from her sister was because of this mastermind behind the scenes.

She must have wanted revenge.

With Li Qingshan's promise, Hua Xiangrong went to rest in the sea of ​​flowers arranged by Long Daoren.

In the past period of time, she had been chased and killed by many experts in the divine court. She was anxious and tense, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be ...

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