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... d all over his face.

  When Zhou Daodeng didn't even break his toenails in his life, how could he have suffered such a severe beating?

  So, Zhou Daodeng was in so much pain that he called out to his mother.

  At the same time, Zhou Daodeng also looked at Tian Qi in astonishment: "Your Majesty, why did you whip the guilty minister?! Isn't the empress' handbook already in your hands?"

  Tianqi became even angrier when he heard Zhou Daodeng say this.

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