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ly, like waterweed dancing in the current. It was as dark and deep as a magic realm. A flash of pale skin emerged from the darkness, alluring and bewitching, like the hand of hell itself. Rong Ling c...there!"Now, Feng Tan couldn't help but smile inwardly. As expected, this woman wasn't cut out to be a shrewd businesswoman. He had only offered her a few small favors, and she was already eager to ret...