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... , still suspicious, "What are you talking about? I am three meters in front of your right."
Front right?
So what's behind her?
A cold tarsal feeling penetrates from the tailbone to the head, and the back is icy cold.
On the top of her head, a few fingers that were thinner than chopsticks moved on it. It brushed away her hair and stood straight on the top of her head. Fu An'an could feel its sharp nails, which seemed to be piercing her forehead the next momen ...
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