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... Qin Lang had a splitting headache.
Knowing that the noisy Naorenzi was about to come out, Qin Lang was very upset.
There was a hot wave outside the corridor, and the sweat on his body was soaking through his underwear. He looked down at the robe on his body, and then raised the bronze mirror in his right hand. A strange face was clearly reflected in the bronze mirror. Eyes, young heroic.
But this should not be my own face at all. In the mirror, it should be an uncle who ...
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