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... htened that she quickly fled to another corner.

Green-hair continued to implement his policy of instigating rebellion and persuaded her, "Don't be confused, little girl. You can't listen to that kind of person. Although I’m a seller of ecstasy, I wouldn’t commit murder or arson. Generally speaking, I’m a good person. What is Zhou Xiao? He’s a lunatic. You can't listen to him! One misstep and it’ll be too late for you to regret!"

"You… Why do you want the knife?!" Tao Yueyue quest ...

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