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... her and no ruler! He’s extremely arrogant! Please kill this bastard for me! ”

Upon seeing the white-haired old woman, Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu felt as if he had met his savior. He could not help but roar. Fortunately, before Zhu Wuan arrived at the Palace of Heavenly Purity, Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu had informed Third Aunt in advance. Otherwise, Third Aunt would not have arrived in time.

At this moment, the white-haired old woman stood in front of Zhu Wanhao at the critical moment. M ...

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