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... hand, and then looked up. Zhou Zimo, his eyes are very cold.
Zhou Zimo did not let go, but slightly tightened the big hand, stepped forward, but there was some condescending look at Qin Su.
Feeling that his wrist was buckled a little pain, Qin Su's brow wrinkled more tightly, and the whole person also struggled subconsciously, with some warnings in his eyes. Obviously, he wanted him to let go.
"I will send you back."
Zhou Zimo is not as good as the tone he just discus ...
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