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... posture was completely a good gesture to the brother.

Because Dai Xiang was so tight, Fu Yan's head was forced to hang down, and her nose was going to be buried in her cleavage. She was dazzled by the white flowers and the aroma, almost did not faint.

"Fenshi, listen to the father said, you still want to revive the flag of Fenye?" Dai Xiang crooked her neck, and Wei Yan's eyes were a little playful.

Fu Shi licked some dry lips: "Of course, this is the foundation of my father ...

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“I will make you my queen.”

He grabbed the chains attached to the bed and closed the shackles around her wrists.

“I'm the High Priestess. You can't—”

Fear trembled through her mind and body.

She couldn’t consummate this marriage if the Blood Beast truly decided to make her his queen. Luna must remain a virgin High Priestess in order to remain a vessel for Hecate's magic.

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Luna was one of the few remaining Amazons who worshipped the goddess Artemis.

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