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Her body soared into the air and was ungently thrown onto the damp bedding. Xiao Xi's hoarse cry could be heard, and Bai Qingqing's sharp voice of cursing could also be heard. From her eighteen generations of ancestors to her unborn child, all of them had been destroyed by her.

In a trance, from the noise, she dreamt of the past again.

When she first arrived in the other countries