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... , but now he is deeply involved in it, so hard to extricate himself.

He almost used all his self-control to climb out of the sea of ​​desire that could drown him in the rebirth pool.

He took Mu Qinglan to the outside of the bamboo house not far away, and sat under the eaves for a long time before he finally calmed down his restless mood.

"You've been living here for the past few days. If your master asks, I'll tell her." Huo Jue's tone was unbearably gentle.

Mu Qingla ...

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