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At noon, Nan Zhijun's face was as pale as flour, her lips were cracked, and her originally unassuming face was a little scary.

The soldier that was executed in the morning was eating a not-so-luxurious lunch with relish. He looked at Nan Zhijun who looked a bit upset and thought about if he should feed her some water. However, after thinking about Murong Jue's order