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Liu Xiang Mansion

The dank, dank air, the fetid basement, the candlesticks were all over the floor.

"Mistress, will this spell harm the little mistress's body?" Lu Hua cautiously asked as he stared at the strange pattern in Liu Xiang's hand.

Liu Xiang glanced at the killer that he painstakingly nurtured and frowned: "Luhua, don't forget your identity."

Lin Caixia was his, Liu Xiang's