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"Qiancheng, don't presume to escape, some things are predestined by heaven, just like this dragon chair was born to be blood-washed, you were born to fit my body!" <br /> Pressing her down on the bright yellow dragon chair, he slowly sank in, his movements were as gentle as his deepest lover, but his voice was as icy cold as a Cultivator in hell. <br />The two extremes of gentleness and cruelty are just like this! <br />**<br />...