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... extremely eloquent person, one look at Wei Luan’s appearance, he knew that it was unlikely that there would be any answer for a while, and nodded his head at once.
Then he respectfully retired.
The room was strangely quiet, Wei Lovin’s face was full of worry, frowning tightly, only considering what he should do, but the demonic son was forgotten to the side.
Yan Huaijing raised his head, his eyes as picturesque as a painting, his voice gentle as he said, “Marquis Huayang, ...
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