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... red a cardiac arrest.

“Damn it, why are you so close to me?” Qiao Sang was so excited that he sat up and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

 “Xunxun~”

 Qiao Sang calmed down.

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 “Is it a computer?” Qiao Sang asked.

He just had his head drooped, looking like he was mentally exhausted.

  If you control the avatar and let the avatar play on the computer, Treasure Hunt ...

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