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... he Lord Protector’s Manor scornfully looking at the thing huddled on the ground. It was so badly mutilated that it could barely be recognized as a human being. They picked up their teacups and slowly took a sip of tea.
One of them walked forward and brushed aside the matted hair. She said with affectation, “Sister Ying! Wake up, Sister Ying!”
Ning Ziying raised her dirty face, covered with mud. A few bloody cuts were visible where she’d been scratched by Ning Ziyan’s nails.
“Si ...
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