The promise Xiaojun made was going to be new,
The promise of Xiaojun was going to save the baby,
Of both of them, the child was at risk at this point.
And no matter what she does, Wang Qing Long was still the father of the child.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
He knew it was Xiaojun who pushed that limit to the ground. How come he could do it? Tilting his head to one side, what she was trying to do was to pour down the concoction at the wound for a little. She sighed, glancing at the far side of the hut.
Xiaojun was standing right in front of Qing Long with his hands raised. His palms were showing up, looking at him with those threatening eyes. He sighed, saying, "I'm not here to capture the two of you. I'm here to say something important from the destined Queen."
