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... toward the sky outside the high wall. Chen Xing let go of the puppy in his hand. The dog’s chest is still inserted with the decapitation of Qinghe Princess. The body is already cool.

Chen Xing was sad for a while, had to put on his eyes and put it behind the rockery. The item is too tired to lean on the corner of the wall, and the eyes are slightly closed.

The morning light is faint, the bells come from afar, Chang'an City is already white, and the two mistakenly hit the wall, turn ...

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