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Chapter 242: A Pawn
eyes were open, there was no light in them. You could hardly see any pupils at all!Chen Ping held the spirit pen, breathing lightly, and gently dabbed it on vermilion.When the tip of the pen touched t...ny way. If it comes down to it, we'll fight the Jiang family to the death. Who knows who will win"Seeing Chi Feng praise himself so highly, Chen Ping felt a little embarrassed and smiled faintly: "If...