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"Argument. The wounds on You Xin's body. Was it someone from Six Fans Gate? Just get someone to come and take a look. " The hand on Mo Zhu's neck. It was like a talisman of death. It was hard for her to breathe. She was only afraid that she would say another provocative sentence. He would die at any moment. But she was stubborn. These words must be said.

However … Zhao Yuqi did not respond