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... t of her with a sharp knife, and asked with a smile, "Little girl, should I cut your left hand or right hand first? Should I cut your ears first?"

Han Ningshuang was scared with tears all over her face. She knelt on the ground and shook her head desperately. "Don't kill me! I beg you not to kill me, I swear, I won't tell outsiders!"

A woman next to him said coldly, "Since she saw us, why not dig her eyes first?" The woman gently lifted Han Ningshuang's chin and smiled, "These eyes ...

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