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... the scorpion flashed into the vast sky. Looking at the starry night sky, Yao Mozhen took a drink.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry." It was just the same frequency. Yao Mozhen and Feng Yihan looked at each other and laughed.
"So I care about the night Junqing, you are not afraid that I will die?" Feng Yihan's voice is very light, so light that only Yao Mozhen can hear it, but it falls in Yao Mo's heart, but it is as heavy as a meteorite.
"Mo婉 just didn't expect you to come to the ...
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