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... e?” The girl also looked down, it was like a dynasty.

"You are the emperor, willing to give it to me." Nie Wuxiu joked.

"If you want to be Nie Huang." Ji Xiu Dian Dao.

"Nie Huang?" Nie Wuyou quickly shook his head: "Forget it, it's hard to hear... I still be my white maple."

Without giving the girl a chance to continue, the man’s arm is slightly forced, and he will take Nie Wu’s worries in his arms.

The girl was caught off guard and instantly fell in the man's ...

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