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... position, and lighting engineer Xing Jianbo was discussing with his staff how to light the next scene. Jiayin just sits like a thief...
"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 stand guard at this time. No matter what, the milita ...
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