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... nquet hall were two underlings of Fire Glaze, who carried Ye Weiqiang straight out.
Mo Yinhe had already ascended the stairs and returned to his little seat, playing with a miniature handgun, and swept his gaze over the crowd from his elevated position: "Who else thinks my mother doesn’t qualify to be queen?"
Apart from Cao Jianyu, another king persuaded by Ye Weiqiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and downed the wine on his table in one gulp.
Mo Yinhe effortlessly ca ...
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