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... a wet towel from nowhere and handed it to Su Ling.

  Su Ling took the towel and ran quickly to the grain, only to find that the grain was already on fire.

  The tongue of flame shot out more than one meter high.

  In the thick smoke, one hand grabbed Su Ling.

   "Miss Su, don't go there, it can't be saved."

  Looking at the tall figure in the black smoke, Su Ling immediately recognized him as Er Lei who had been recuperating at the base.

  Chen Yu had al ...

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