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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.。