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Chapter 97 - 78: Ming’s Jade Juice
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... ng Que briefly lost consciousness and regained it, she felt a burning pain on her arm. Her body couldn’t move, and she was bound tightly by Xia Chan’s hair.
The tables and chairs in the room were toppled over, the buns on the ground were rotting, and the cold Evil Mist was slowly dispersing.
"Little Chan, it’s me, let go now."
Upon hearing Sang Que’s voice, Xia Chan, who was crouched in the corner of the room, clutching Xuan Yu with full vigilance, burst into tears.
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