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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,With a sharp crack, the scar-faced man tilted his head and instantly lost breath.,Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.。