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... red around.
The old man didn't even take the car, and the middle-aged man with the briefcase in his hand didn't dare to sit any longer, so he followed behind Li Chaoren in step. ...
"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 to ...
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