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... stiff finger, he immediately threw the pen away.
But I heard Bai Weiwei's figure had faintly sounded, "Master?"
Lu Xinglan just put down the pen, then turned around, calmly: "Well, come back."
Bai Weiwei was holding a plate with bandages and medicines on it.
She glanced at the table, the ink that was thrown away, and the ink pen that was thrown away aside.
And those that draw half the map.
The girl frowned, sighing with dissatisfaction, "Why did you work ...
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