"I saw your Hong Luan star moving last night. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster soon."
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Back then, when Shen Wuyi held a sleeve of fresh cinnamon to protect him under the high wall, he never imagined that there would be so many entanglements and entanglements later.
After all, such an ordinary and presumptuous offer of help was the first act of kindness for Qi Xi when he first met the world.
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"You have to die!"
"So what? If he is happy, as far as I am concerned..."
"It's a good death."
