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... the cold ground, his face actually sloppy.

In this house, there are only two of them and the emperor.

"What's your name?" The emperor suddenly came in front of him, the tall figure covering himself, bringing a certain sense of oppression.

Ling Xiao busyly and respectfully replied: "Return to the emperor, the slave Xiaoling."

"I asked you, what was your name before entering the palace?"

The emperor's voice was very bland, like asking an insignificant thing, but ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

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