
The Seventh Miss, Di
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state:serializing
author: Murong Lanlan
A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Even though Ye Liuli was clever, she didn't react immediately. The hand that was about to lift the red veil froze in mid-air.,Next to the bed is a table, behind the table is a shelf, and on the other side of the shelf is a cabinet.。