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... Yueqing's existence from Su Mu a long time ago, and this time they finally met and got along well.

For my wife, my uncle's family...

"Young Master, get up quickly, it's our turn to patrol."

"Where am I?"

Qin Hu sat up in a daze, feeling his body was cold, and there was still a strong wind blowing outside, and suddenly felt strange.

"Oh, young master, why are you confused? We are in the barracks. It's our turn to stand guard at this time. No matter what, the mi ...

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