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... ing is hypocritical? He also said that I only had a small thorn in my hand, so I cried and shouted for a long time, but have you ever seen a small thorn thicker than a toothpick...
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"Young Master, get up quickly, it's our turn to patrol."
"Where am I?"
Qin Hu sat up in a daze, feeling his body was cold, and there was still a strong wind blowing outside, and suddenly felt strange.
"Oh, young master, why are you confused? We are in the barracks. It's our turn ...
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