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... fell.
Zhi’er once again dreamt of the shrine from her pleasant dream.
However, this time, the surroundings seemed different, unlike before.
Nonetheless, the person kneeling before the shrine was the same.
She blinked her big eyes, watching the person murmuring something.
"Dear ancestors, dear immortals, it turns out as you previously warned, Marquis Wan might not be the real murderer of the young lad."
Upon hearing Feng Fuce’s name, Zhi’er immediat ...
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