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... and wrapped the envelope in his arms.
His chin was gently placed on the shoulders of Feng Yun's shoulders and smiled lightly: "The young."
"Who was almost pinched off by a young girl?" Feng Yun squinted and squinted, and there was a rebuttal.
Yan Zhao sang and smiled, holding her whispered: "I am not skilled now, who asked me to wait for a person, for a few hundred years."
"You..." Feng Yun's body suddenly became a little soft, and he said unwillingly: "You...you lie! ...
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