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... protect her father’s legacy with her life.

“How are you going to do it?” Li Qiye smiled.

Northern Monarch and the dragon god frowned after seeing this. They sympathized with A’zhui since she had just lost her father. It would be stranger if she didn’t react so strongly. Alas, they didn’t know how to stop Li Qiye since he was the current ruler.

“I will do it myself if you dare to touch my father’s palace!” Her eyes brimmed with rage as if she wanted nothing more than to te ...

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