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... es, and then finally he was stung by him again.
Ye Luoze took a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood on Mo Qingli's forehead. There, a small opening was smashed by a wooden stick, and bright red blood was flowing to the outside.
He covered it with a handkerchief, his voice choked slightly, "Does it hurt?"
Mo Qingli raised her lips with a smile, and she looked soft and soft, "No pain."
"Go, follow me back to the house." Mo Qingli poured out infinite pity on t ...
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