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... Yan Mingting answered.
"..." Zhao Yelan glanced at the sky outside, it was as black as thick ink, rubbed between his brows: "What time is it?"
"At a moment's notice, it's time to practice."
Zhao Yelan closed his eyes, turned his back to him, and cursed secretly. Suddenly, the world was spinning, and he woke up suddenly, and found that he was no longer in the warm bed, but suspended on the ground, and his body was carried on his shoulders.
"What are you doing! Let me ...
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