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... In her life, except for that year when she passed through the old gardens of the Western Market and encountered opera ghosts’ entanglement, she had never encountered anything else strange, let alone gods or witchcraft.
Xu Qing asked her to think carefully. Liu Su’e furrowed her delicate brows, pondering hard, until finally her eyes lit up, "When I was at the Shuimen Bridge Inn, a few ruffians broke into my room, spoke rudely, and had ill intentions. But in that critical moment, a flying ...
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