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... , looking to the window, the right hand has subconsciously touched the dagger that the North City gave to the waist some time ago.
"Small strange flowers, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's me." Under the gaze of the flowers on the stranger, the window suddenly sounded like a flower, and the dull, squeaky tone of the voice was first rang. After the sound, there was a little time to see the flower and the willows coming in. The previous prophet would say, and he was afraid that the f ...
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