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... he make any new tricks.
The child probably didn't chant anymore, and the small face was lightly pressed against her arms.
The lake was rippling, and the leafy platform had disappeared just now.
In the moonlight, the lake surface is like a mirror. If there is not a little baby in her arms, Ning Xuemo almost thinks that everything just now is a dream ...
She soon swam to the shore and hugged the child, sweating from her forehead.
Sitting on a large rock by the sh ...
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