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... And on the night they left, Long Tianyu also secretly arranged for the three of Zhao Yun Niang Niang with a few capable personnel.

   The winter night, dripping into ice.

   When everyone was asleep, a petite figure sneaked into Zhao Yunniang's room.

   There is only one candlelight, and two adults lying on the bed can be vaguely seen.

   The little baby was kept in the innermost place by them, and was asleep ignorantly, unaware that someone had been watching him.

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