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... Princess Luo brought Di Xuan, who was standing stupefied, back to his senses.

His heart also trembled!

Previously, he thought these shadows were people from Prefecture Princess Luo’s house. It wasn’t until he heard the cry of Thirteenth Luo that he realized things were not what he thought.

“Run!”

Di Xuan instinctively yelled, quickly passing through the shadows, attempting to escape.

How could the two half-grown kids escape with a dead alley in front of th ...

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