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... seventh day, I looked back at the man who caught his own. I saw him in white clothes, with a gentle smile on his face, and his bright eyes stared at her tightly. See, the seventh day of the seeing was almost lost.
The beautiful picture was broken when an indifferent voice sounded, and of course, this strange tranquility was also broken.
"Brother! What do you mean!"
Xuanyuan Che's low voice was like a **** of death. There was no trace of temperature. He exuded a strong murde ...
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