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... even if he didn't look at it, he could still imagine the picture.
Song Juyao's door was gently pushed open, and the door made a soft sound. The tail of the black cloak brushed the ground, and the shadow elongated and slowly spread over.
Jiang Baiqi is standing behind a vase shelf, very close to Song Juyao's bed, with a sharp knife expertly held in his hand, his posture is relaxed and casual, but there is a sense of danger that carnivores are ambush.
He has been doing this j ...
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