Every reserved and hopeful present has a silly, naive past...

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Long Tianlin, with his gun hanging in his hand, explored step by step. His steps were light and solemn, and his eyes condensed into a strange line of sight and looked around. Because most of the other side's people and horses were attracted by Longyaochen and Xia Yimo, he did not meet many people on the left side. Because of this, he quickly approached the bottom from the side.

Long Tianlin looked around, and at last his eyes fell on the exhaust window. He stared, then put his hand on the side of the deck ladder to take advantage...