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Chapter 935

    

e West Garden.>>>>Eu Yang Qian lay in bed, her eyes tightly closed, her face as white as paper, even her lips had turned white. With the naked eye, you could barely see her breathing. A bandage wrapp...Old Yang, I remember the rules of the annual competition are that you're not allowed to make a move until the day before the competition, and there are no restrictions after it.""I wonder if I've forg...