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In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,Lan Qingjia's son, Ran Ran, fiercely clenched his fist, a trace of intense hatred flashing in his eyes.,Lan Qingjia suddenly rose, and once again rushed toward Lan Qingwan. Her face was full of ferocity.。

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