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Bai Lan really could not take it anymore, he impatiently wanted to tear off Leng Qiyue's clothes but a sword was held at his neck, he could not help but feel Leng Rubing's emotions that day, it was just that he was the one who used the sword.

She was dressed in black, and her cold eyes were emitting waves of coldness. Leng Qiyue laid on her bed and stared blankly at the masked man