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Nightingale: "..."
To death: "How good, one daily task, one weekly task, it's so simple."
The nightingale wrapped in the quilt and sighed: "What kind of medicine is a little cold?"
Going to death: "Is it afraid that you are taking medicine?"
The nightingale hardened the scalp: "I hate taking medicine."
When I died, I didn’t hear: "Don’t be afraid, let Ren Jing feed your medicine with your mouth, certainly not bitter."
The nightingale wants to sw ...
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