Danger, fast bullets...

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In the early morning, the sky of A city was covered with layers of clouds. The morning sunshine penetrated the clouds powerlessly, and dimly sprinkled on the earth. All its energy seemed to have been exhausted.

Xia Yimo wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, choked her mouth uneasily, opened her eyes slowly, rubbed her sleepy eyes blankly, but she was stunned when she had just made some moves...

Fantasy, must be fantasy!

Xia Yimo suddenly closed her eyes, and then opened them. When the clear-cut handsome face of Lingjiao was in front of her, she was all dead. Her self-hypnosis was an illusion, but Longyaochen's breathing could be...