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Tuoba Zhen's breath tightened as she stared at her nervously.

"Say, do you think I should sell you in a corner of the mountain or send you to a brothel?" Hua Qiao said slowly.

A corner of the mountain? Kiln?

Tuoba Zhen's face paled, but her bound hands still struggled desperately.

In no time, his fair wrist was covered with red marks.

Seeing that, Hua Qiao frowned slightly