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A roar of anger erupted, and Li Qianzi suddenly kicked the man with the scar on his face upwards.,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.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。