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nHe did not think too much because he wanted his master and An Jiuyue to be alone together.

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nHe did not expect to lose the child so quickly.

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n“Miss An…”

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nHe opened his mouth, ready to tell An Jiuyue he had discovered something.

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nHowever, An Jiuyue did not even look at him. She looked down and scanned the melon seeds on the ground.

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nThat was the snack she had bought for Zheng’er and Rong’er not long ago. Rong’er must have left it for her so that she could find him easily.

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n“Wei Na, direct me.”

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n“The aura is stronger towards the south. Rong’er must have just passed by here,” Wei Na replied.

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nAn Jiuyue did not say anything else and continued running forward.

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n“Master…”

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nYan Nuo felt even more upset when he saw An Jiuyue walk past him. He knew he messed up.

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n“Find him first.”

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nQian Jiyun did not have the time to care about him either since they had yet to find Rong’er.

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nIf what Aunt Ju said was true, Wang Xing’er might have kidnapped Rong’er. He took a deep breath, and a murderous look flashed across his eyes.

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n“I’ll settle the score with the both of you when we return!”

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nYan Nuo did not dare to say anything else and followed them.

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n…

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nWang Xing’er dragged Rong’er and traveled a short distance.

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nHowever, she believed she had walked a lot and thought An Jiuyue would definitely not be able to catch up. She could hide the boy and use him to threaten An Jiuyue.

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nSince I’m down with this disease, An Jiuyue shouldn’t have an easy life! I must let her have a taste of this disease.

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nShe tied Qian Yirong’s hands and feet with two pieces of straw rope and threw him into a bush.

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n“Hehe, hehehe, don’t be afraid, little guy. I’ll bring your mother here to accompany you later, okay?” She smiled happily at Qian Yirong, her mind a little crazy.

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nShe had been living in the straw shed in fear of the epidemic disease for the past few days and could not eat or sleep well.

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nIn the end, she still contracted the disease. She had had enough!

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nWhy did my mother, brother, and the others not catch the disease, but I’m the one who is infected? They were with my father every day! Do the heavens think I’m easy to bully?

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nI’m not doing well, so the others don’t deserve to be well too! Especially An Jiuyue!

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n“Why aren’t you talking? Are you afraid?”

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nShe noticed that Rong’er was silent and grabbed him, staring at him fiercely.

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nQian Yirong did not dare to speak. No matter how afraid he was and how much he wanted to cry, he knew not to make a sound. Who knew what this crazy woman would do if she was alarmed?

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nHe had heard her curse and curse several times along the way. He was afraid that he might say something to agitate the woman and hurt him.

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nHe knew his mother would be very anxious if she knew he was missing. She might be even more worried if she found him injured. He did not want to cause too much trouble for her—although things were already very troublesome right now.

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n“Say something. Do you want to die?”

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nWang Xing’er was agitated by the boy’s calm expression and slapped his chubby face.

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n“Ah!” Qian Yirong shrieked.

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nHis face burned with pain, and tears welled up in his eyes. He held his tears back fiercely.

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n“If you don’t speak, I’ll kill you!”

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nWang Xing’er was furious. She grabbed Qian Yirong by his shoulder and shook him hard.

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