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... hey came from, and why he suddenly found those horrible things from an empty room in the house.

The only thing Xiao Xuan can think of is that he was framed.

As for this candidate, no matter what he thinks, it must be Xiao Yu.

He wanted to kill Xiao Yu for more than a day or two, and Xiao Yu also had a deep hostility towards him.

 The whip came over again, and Xiao Xuan really couldn't stand it anymore.

Xue Chen watched silently. There was not a word on the ...

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