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... have been deeply engraved into his mind, as if he has become a part of his life, only to leave for a while, Yang Lan actually miss this sticky guy!

However, Yang Lan is a person who is used to loneliness.

When he stood up, his eyes became firm.

Since I have come to this world, I have to do something! Even if you don't repeat the same mistakes and stay away from the killer's career, don't let this good time live!

What is Yang Lan’s first thing to do?

Ok, it’s a ...

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