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... tus, even life?"

Duanmu Xue stared at Xuanyuan ink tightly, not missing any expression on his face.

"Yes, I am willing."

Xuanyuan ink did not hesitate in the slightest, and directly answered Duanmu Xue directly.

Duanmu Snow nodded secretly.

This kid is not bad, but let him pass the customs...

Suddenly, Duanmu Xue gave a blue-and-white sigh to Xuanyuan ink, and Xuanyuan Mo was caught off guard, and he hurriedly released the blue Xuanqi.

"mother……"< ...

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