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... fferent from what she imagined, but this fierce reaction makes people play.

Si Yu couldn't figure out how he recruited her, scratched his face and asked, "What happened to her?"

"You still have the face to ask!" Lu Wei glared angrily and pushed the frightened Liang Yufei forward, "Don't be afraid, Yufei, say it boldly."

Say what? Si Yu folded his arms in confusion.

Once she caught sight of her, Liang Yufei seemed to have seen a flood of beasts, her face was pale, her ...

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