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He, the unparalleled and graceful Lord Liuyun, has no desires or ruthlessness.
She forgot about her past, but slowly walked towards him.
"Master, the illusory spiritual realm is really deserted."
"It's the same for hundreds of years. I don't care if I am a teacher."
However, she cared, "Master, if Xiaoran is by your side, you won't feel lonely anymore."
"That's... That's good."
However, the selfless protection was finally extinguished. When he raised his sword and pointed it at her, everything in the past was shattered into powder.
At the end of hell, the fiery red flowers on the other side are blooming beautifully, but what guides them is the lost love. On the banks of the Forgotten River, in the salty water, who is crying...
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Anyway, no one believes me after I explain, and no one cares. Just don't remind me over and over again that I am guilty, Chen Jia thought.
Anyway, no one believes me after I explain, and no one cares. Just don't remind me over and over again that I am guilty, Chen Jia thought.