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... the memory of Leiqin. There was no timidity and panic in the nephew of her pair, and there was a hint of smile.
The wind is light and dark, as if it were written in the eyes of the monsoon smoke.
"You are the monsoon smoke? Did you drive the Thunder out of the quarter?" Suddenly a bit of a green voice came from the hands of Lei Qin.
The monsoon smoke followed the sound, a 13-year-old boy, I do not know when I came to the side of the Leiqin, frowning and looking at the monsoo ...
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