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... I am. Still an assassin, I hope she is fine, worried about her safety, just want to go back as soon as possible to confirm that she has nothing, stand up, flew up and flew in the direction of the camp.

Jun Qianche returned to the camp, but he did not see the figure of ink, and he was very worried. He still wanted to fold back and look for it, but he felt dizzy in his head, and his body almost fell.

Han Yixiao was just coming back, saw this scene, and immediately ran up to the fron ...

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