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The Witch Pulse Hides Its Edge, Paying for It with Memories She is the legitimate daughter who was expelled from the Yongning Hou Mansion. Three years ago, her concubine, Mrs. Liu, falsely accused her of having evil powers that brought harm to the clan. Her father ordered her to be sent to an ancient temple for house arrest. No one knew that that night when her bloodline awakened, light cyan witchcraft appeared between her fingers - the last direct descendant of the witch clan awakened in her body. No one knows that the price of practicing witchcraft is 1Favorites6Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Peep into the Heart Two-way redemption | Peeping into the heart and amnesia | Revenge for the mother | HE On the seventh day after returning to the Marquis Mansion, Wen Shujin grabbed her aunt's pulse. The power of witchcraft was like a needle piercing into the seams of her bones, and she saw the scene of her mother before she died—— Medicine bowl, poisonous juice, spoonful at a time. The price is forgetfulness. Gray lines spread from the fingertips, and every inch of truth that is glimpsed erases a memory. She —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Peeping into the Heart for Revenge On the day of breaking off the engagement, Wen Shujin's witchcraft awakened. The moment she held her stepmother's wrist, she saw the scene replaying in her mind - Mrs. Liu was holding the medicine bowl and feeding it into her mother's mouth one by one. The price is memory. Every time she uses witchcraft, she forgets a section. She remembered her enemy's face, but almost forgot her mother's appearance. Xiao Jue had been waiting for the military ration case for three years, and he had been wait —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Wumai Zangfeng On the day the engagement was broken off, Wen Shujin's witch clan awakened. There is an extra circle of gray lines on the left hand, which feels slightly hard to the touch - the price is memory. Every time you use witchcraft, you forget something. First she forgot the name of the first herb her mother taught her, then the color of her mother's clothes, and finally the way her mother looked at her. She drew her mother's face and after finishing the last stroke, she found that she could no longer —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition