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Along the way, King Qin always brought a small pot of Lingzhi, he took the pot and set it on the fire, slowly torturing the Lingzhi and a handful of wild ginseng. Seeing the red light shining on Hua Rong's face, he gently pulled her hand, "Little girl, don't worry, you will definitely get well."

Coldly, she threw a small dry branch into the fire. At this moment