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each an agreement, xin Junmao's eyes were a little red and he choked up a little with despair. “do I still have to do this?”
Looking at the huge mountain of flesh roaring at the world, the white human limbs on top of the mountain of flesh are tied together and tied together, playing in the air by themselves, the ugly and dirty temperament is on full display.
``xin Junmao, what do you want to do?'' Yu Lianyun felt that xin Junmao's attitude was a little strange, as if he felt that he had to make a huge sacrifice even though he didn't want to do anything.
xin Junmao turned around and said with a wry smile, \"I might not be able to go back. please tell my parents...I can't think of anything. please help me.\"
As he spoke, he lifted a shiny b and brushed it through his hair, muttering, \"please stop.\"
when xin Junmao's new wish came true, the bhikkuni's half-closed eyes suddenly opened. he turned his head to look at xin Junmao with his eyes closed, and silently flew towards xin Junmao, holding xin Junmao's face and eyes tightly with both hands. .
xin Junmao felt that the palm touching her face was very gentle, warm like the sun, and soft like a cloud. he couldn't help but be intoxicated by such a feeling, and his fear seemed to melt like ice and snow, so he slowly opened his eyes and saw a pair of beautiful I looked into his eyes.
he blinked and felt his skin break, his body and blood peeling off, and his vitality slowly draining
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