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   He sometimes thinks, did he ever lose his memory and forget all the people he liked?

   And Xi Shiyou in the game, strangely overlapped with the figure of the girl in the dream.

   So he...

   The question is how to fall in love with an NPC!

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   Qi Yang opened the address book and sent a message to his housekeeper.

  Qi Yang: Feng Li, I want to ask you one thing, can the NPCs in the game be bought back?

  Feng Li: Young Master, the NPC is S ...

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