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... und that there was only a girl standing on the deck of the long ship.

  The girl was dressed in a red dress and stood in front of the wind. She wore a half black and gold mask. Her skin exposed to the air was like jade, her complexion was slightly cool, and her eyes were a rare rose purple color.

   Her cherry-colored lips twitched slightly at the moment, revealing a charming but not demonic smile, but the smile reflected in Nian Nujiao's eyes made her shudder.

   Obviously ...

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