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Chapter 817: Selling Intelligence
said, "Wait a minute! I don't want to eat those coarse grain buns. I need three meals a day!"As soon as he thought about being confined to the East Palace for at least a considerable amount of time, Y...re cold, and a murderous intent welled up within them like mercury pouring out. The aura he had just subdued began to stir again, rising and falling like waves whipped by a strong wind, about to crash...