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... oughed and spat out blood, only able to wordlessly clutch the bed’s frame, his body bent over and wracked with dry heaves.
After a moment of hesitation, Feng Zhiwei slowly reached forward, circulating a stream of Qi into Ning Yi’s body to help him tame his wild state. She had seen the crystal statue’s seductive pose and could understand Ning Yi’s fury — the Tian Sheng Emperor had obviously built this tunnel for his personal use, and his obscene intentions were ob ...
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