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Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.,Nan Gong Yu's eyes turned cold, pointing at Li Qian Zi and roaring: "Li Qian Zi, on your wedding night, you disobeyed wifely duties and slept with other men! You killed your husband, such a shameless wretch. How can our Rui Wang Fu keep someone like you Come here, kill her!",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.。