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... , she is also young, her skin is like jade. There are few young and vivid girls in this town. People ca n’t help looking up and look at her .

The most important thing is that she was full of confidence when she spoke, and her whole body seemed to be glowing, which added a little anger to the dead turtle.

A middle-aged woman Xiu sighed, "Little girl, if you follow the little book, you will not lose out. The broken gold coast is not friendly to you, the new outsiders." She closed her ...

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