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Yu Luoluo, Yu Luoluo, this is not true. The dagger at Bai Moli's heart turned into a trace of blood, filling the shadow in his pupils. Yu Luoluo fell in a pool of blood, and the ghostly figure said to Bai Moli: "I didn't expect there to be such an infatuated person in this world, it's worth it." Bai Moli opened his eyes, looked at the slightly wet pillow, and counted the time, it was time for her to come.
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