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Zhao Shuning walked step by step towards Wang Xiling.

To be honest, Zhao Shuning didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy for Wang Xiling.

This woman was just like her father, Wang Cheng.

Zhao Shuning walked in front of Wang Xiling and slowly squatted down.

A dagger suddenly appeared in her hand. That dagger was the one that her Master had given her earlier, the one she needed to protect her body.

The cold dagger was placed on Wang Xiling's neck, causing her to not dare to move an inch.

Zhao Shuning's expression was cold-blooded and cruel.

"Tell me, will I kill you?"

"Zhao Shuning, my father won't let you off."

Zhao Shuning raised her hand high into the air. All of these things fell down. Wang Xiling tightly closed her eyes, but the pain didn't come. However, there was a whimper coming from her ear.

A sweet, fishy feeling came from her throat, and in the next moment, she realized what had happened.