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... elt a sweetness at the corner of her mouth. She touched her mouth and the crimson blood made Liang Qiufeng go crazy on the spot.

The next moment, Liang Qiufeng glared at Ye Fan, "Very well, you lowlife, you dare to hit me, it seems you really don't want to live anymore!"

Slap!!!

Before Liang Qiufeng had finished speaking, Ye Fan swung his hand again, and like lightning, he fiercely slapped Liang Qiufeng's old face.

Spurt—

Liang Qiufeng would have never ima ...

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