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... festival. Where can he tell who sent those dark shadows?

Apparently there are no posts but enemies everywhere, I am afraid there is only one Fengshu in the entire Daluan Dynasty.

Lian Ping sighed and sent them back to their residence.

That night Ji Jinrong moved the quilt and laid a floor in Feng Su's room.

Lian Ping knew what Ji Jinrong had done for the first time.

His look was a little complicated, but he didn't say anything at all. He only ordered the guard ...

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