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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,Quickly tidying up his clothes, Ling gave the man with the scar a look of disdain, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad it wasn't **.,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.。