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Chapter 1887 Look, that one, how much is it worth?

    

he small garden gate, completely unconcerned that her expensive leather shoes stepped on the wet soil, splashing mud onto their surface.Old Master Fu gazed at Fu Mo Han's tall and slender back, which... opened his clear eyes and gasped for breath.The blinding whiteness all around made me instinctively squint my eyes.Is she deadRemember the final moment, when white smoke suddenly enveloped her figure...