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... ere red, and the hand that loosened Xiao Yu'an's shoulders fell to the side and clenched into a fist. The look of indifference has long been broken. Under the moonlight, he was around. Covered with a touch of anger, a pair of scorpions on the clear and handsome face is extremely dark and deep, like a ghost.

There was an internal injury in the body of the river. At this time, the anger was attacking, the blood was pouring up, and the chest began to faintly ache. He licked his mouth with on ...

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