Cao Bo's face turned pale, and hot sweat like a bean slipped down his cheeks. He followed behind Qing Yuxuan, took the key from his subordinates and opened the door, but his hands trembled so much, and the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't open the iron lock.

Qing Yuxuan was even more angry, gritted his back gums, and snatched the key to open it.

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Chapter 0981 of "Deadly Sanskrit" I'm afraid of death! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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