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... they instantly appeared in front of a certain hospital.

And, as soon as they did, Divine Slayer ran inside and rushed toward the morgue.

The morgue was located on the first floor, and as soon as he reached there, he was greeted by a woman wearing a nurse's outfit.

"Sir, may I help you?" The woman asked and a small smile was visible on her lips.

However, Divine Slayer didn't give her a reply.

Instead, he pushed her aside and opened the door leading to the m ...

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Yun Pianpian wears it into the novel and becomes the little palace maid on the background board.
The system made her Raiders become the tyrant Bai Yueguang.
The tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, is violent, cruel, and cold. After the unification of the mountains and rivers, the people’s grievances boiled, and everyone got it and executed it.
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My elegant, most likely to lie and deceive people, with a face full of hypocrisy.
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Makes him fascinated and haunted.
“She makes the abyss boil and makes love hot.”

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One sentence introduction: The tyrant loves me like a madman! ! !
Purpose: to love yourself can you be loved by life!

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