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Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.,The appearance is still as hideous as before, but the arrogant and cold expression, those eyes sharp as a leopard's, make one feel instantly that the person before them is different from before.。