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... i couldn't laugh or cry, "Xiao Qian, you are a dog. If you smell like this, you can smell whether I am human or god?"
"Sister, you're wrong, you know, I always have a more sensitive smell than dogs."
Xiao Qian reached out and touched the skin of her cheek again, and her fingers poke the bit of cinnabar on her forehead. "Actually, Xuehu, I always think that all her spiritual power comes from here."
Snow Lake nodded, "It's true."
Yang Zimei stretched out his hand and to ...
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