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... be with the heavy light?"

Xu Xingzhi was originally the person who created Meng Zhongguang. After these days, Xu Xingzhi had a clearer understanding of Meng Zhongguang's maneuverability.

——This is a squid, and it’s okay to touch the hair. It’s a little disobedient, and he may go crazy.

Xu Xingzhi feared that he would say "I don't want to", he would use his silver chain to wrap his neck on the spot, and while he was twisting, he would cry and ask why he didn't want to.

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