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... more ferocious.

Before fainting, Luo Mio also fiercely took a bite on the man's shoulder.

Indistinctly, the mouth seems to taste the smell of rust.

Luo Mio was woken up by the system, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with an angular and unparalleled face.

The kind that can fascinate thousands of boys and girls.

But the pain all over his body made him just want to give him another sip on it.

Howeve ...

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