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... woman in the palace touched the lotus root's warning eyes and shrewd in a shrewd voice: "No, the slave is not careful to see Missy's forehead, Missy's amount is too scary, and the slave can't help but scream out. Sound, slaves are not intentional."

In the crowd, some people are unhappy with the whisper: "If you disfigure, don't be scared. Really, it's not good to scare children."

The sound is not too big, but it happens to be passed into everyone's ears in the corridor.

Pri ...

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