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"Luo Xingchen... What did you say? Fake Patriarch? "

Luo Qiu'er, in a daze, walked toward Luo Xingchen, step by step. Her lips were trembling, as she took in a deep breath, and the sound of her breathing became disordered.

Luo Xingchen picked up the arm on the ground and said seriously: "Everyone look, his blood, is purple