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... be.
The whistle lay on the ground, the blood on the chest was wet, and she held a pair of eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and she still had a breath.
"When the flute flutes, how are you?" Xiao Nian squatted down and looked at her incredulously.
"Sister."
When the flute saw her smile, she shook and raised her hand and grabbed it.
"How about you, I will take you to see a doctor." When Xiao Nian regained the hand of the flute, and the years of grievances between th ...
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