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In the room, Bai Wei was standing in front of Zhu Qiang. She held a 30 centimeter long short knife in her hand, and used the tip of the knife to caress Zhu Qiang's chin.

"Bai Wei, cough, if you want to kill me, kill me!" What's wrong with torturing me like this? " Zhu Qiang roared hoarsely