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"Peace …" "Peace …"

Qing Han's voice became more and more urgent …

The flames hit Lin Ange. She bit at the hem of her dress, igniting her long hair and eyebrows, burning her body.

The cold body gradually heated up, warming up bit by bit.

In the end, it was shockingly hot.

In front of the bed.

There were two men standing there, cold and proud.

The two were about the same height