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At that time, the seven Xuanhe's Emperor Donghuang classical seats had already gone far in the terrifying phenomenon.
People in Youhuang City were kneeling, and everyone was stunned.
Xuan Luojun was somewhat confused at the time and couldn't help but ask the equally stunned Captain.
She felt sad and uneasy.
"Is he dead?"
Captain: "He'll definitely die, such an evil cultist, everyone wants him dead, not to mention the Emperor!"
Vice Captain: "I think she might die inside that classical seat."
As if they got a glimpse of something unspeakably terrifying, they simultaneously went quiet.
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Jiaojiao and Golden Wall were quite shocked by Qin Yu's confessions. At that moment, he almost thought his dear Yuyu was an eighteen-year-old girl walking alone in an unlit alley at night, being followed by a sleazy, windbreaker-wearing, drunk Uncle.
Such a pitiful, fearful, and fragile cry for help...
