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artled, Fang Liucheng let go of her, dodging Wen Jing's wooden stick.Wen Jing's face was cold and serious. Holding a wooden stick, she pulled Wen Nuan back, protecting her like a mother hen protecting...her.”Long Chengtian didn't know who he was angry with, his expression was extremely ugly. After a long time, he spat out a sentence, "Mother hasn't died.""What" Warm surprise spilled from his lips, "I...