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... n’t cling to your Brother Ping’an, you still need to practice your sword."
Just as they reached the corner.
A crisp voice could be heard, carrying a cold tone.
The chirpy and cheerful noise from Little Jiu’er all of a sudden weakened.
As if she had encountered her natural predator, even the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Poor little thing.
Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but want to laugh.
It was just like in modern society, where a ...
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