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... jamas, with slightly longer hair and a loose mess on his shoulders.
A sound from far to near, the sound is soft, elegant, soft, like the singing of angels in fairy tales. All this seemed so beautiful, until Chen Qianqing touched the cold mirror with his fingers.
The moment he touched the mirror with his fingertips, the bright and bright mirror began to shatter piece by piece, and thick red blood smelling from the cracks flowed out.
A bright smile appeared in front of Chen Qi ...
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