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... thinking about Li Moying's anger before, Murong Ni felt a chill in his indignant and desolate expression.
For a moment, she really hoped that Huang Yanli could cry for help under the cliff.
However, apart from the gusts of wind around, there was no sound.
Under the cliff, it was dark and gloomy, and Huang Yanli could not be seen at all.
...
The cold wind blew across the cheeks as if the knife was cutting soft skin.
Fenghuang buzzed from her ears and kept ...
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