As a Majestic Ghost, How Can I Be Subservient?
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Looking at the old man's face in the mirror, cold sweat began to break out across Deng Xiaolin's forehead. She stood there rigidly, not daring to move a muscle. The old man looked so frail and feeble, yet Deng Xiaolin felt that if she made a move, she would undoubtedly be the one to die. She...
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