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... ife would return to her human self. But with the Gloom taking control of his wife’s body, he might as well expect the heavenly immortal to descend from the heavens and rescue his wife.

Luo Huian looked at the mer whose eyes were red with fear and concern for his wife. He was kneeling on the ground while watching the Gloom walk towards the large glass window behind the desk.

Seeing him like this, she couldn’t help but ask, "Do you care for her even though she treated you like a ru ...

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