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... layful look in his eyes.

Tao Jingyi couldn't figure out what the **** he was doing, so he pursed his lips and said, "Why did you lock me up?"

"I didn't intend to lock you up. You were hit by the flame palm. After seven days, when your injury heals, I will send you away."

"real?"

"real."

Tao Jingyi's heart was pounding. She also knew that if she was hit by Lie Yan Palm, she would need to soak in the medicine spring for seven days to get rid of the fire poison. E ...

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