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... t of the smoke and dust like lightning, one pursuing, the other fleeing!
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The night was like a grand stage, with the rustling wind as the drumbeat rhythm.
Feng Ying’Er showed anxiety on her face, touched the rim of the streetlamp with her toes, and twisted her body.
Looking back, that figure rushed forward like a raging fire, with murderous intent pouring forth.
"How did you find me?"
She was puzzled.
Ever since entering this black clubh ...
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