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... g this, Liu Hao cast his gaze towards Jiang Pcihuan and Jiang Sijin.
“Jiang Peihuan, you again?”
Yan Kuan managed to lift himself off the ground, his gaze on Jiang Peihuan simmering with rage.
Compared to Yan Kuan, Jiang Peihuan bore an air of cool indifference. She methodically coiled up her long whip, her eyes as frosty as ice. “Seems like the last lash didn’t serve as a sufficient reminder,” she declared.
“You…”
The sight of his whip marks only served to rem ...
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