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... ople here. Look, she deliberately threw this bead flower on the road.” Qin Xueling handed a pink bead flower stained with mud and blood to Beiting Huang. The bead flower was indeed the one that Mu Wanyue had been wearing previously. Qin Xueling had found it about a mile back.
“No, no!” Mu Wanyue was held in Mu Qinglings hand. When she saw Beiting Huangs gloomy face, she knew that there was no way she could survive. She cursed, “Mu Qingling, you b*tch. I’m your sister. If you don’t help m ...
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