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The scar-faced man grinned cruelly and roughly tore open Li Qianzi's collar.,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.,However, not only could Li Qianzi not cultivate illusions, but she was also born with a strange birthmark, ugly beyond compare. Li Fangfei, on the other hand, was a nationally renowned figure and a gifted illusion cultivator. These two sisters compared to each other were simply heaven and earth apart.。