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... screamed, and stood up slowly with a look of pain to death.

Su Xianyun raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "If you are so open-mouthed again, I will let you die today."

"Who are you? Why did you do this to me? I am a gold-level soul angel of the court. I beat court officials and should be executed according to the law!" Meng Xing said.

Although they met last time, the two parties did not report their families, so Meng Xing naturally pretended not to know her.

"Sinc ...

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