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Qing Tianya laughed and said.

"Since my nephew likes it, take it!"

Outside the window, Jiang Huan heard all of the conversations of the people in the room.

He thought to himself.

"This Mo Zhen has a bitter life, being sold twice by the deacon that he trusts, she still doesn't know!"

Just at this moment, a gust of cold wind assaulted him