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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。