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... r and held it in her arms.

"What happened to Little Bodyguard?" Susu asked the tiger, looking at He Beimu, who was unconscious.

"Meow!"

He’s asleep!

"Silly tiger! Little Bodyguard isn’t you, why would so many people be unable to sleep!"

"Meow?"

Why can’t he sleep? What’s the big deal with lots of people! If you’re sleepy, just sleep!

Butler Zhang carried He Beimu to old man Yang, asking for his healing.

Old man Yang, this time, did ...

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