Grievance, my strong you do not understand! The thin glass wall of

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cut the palm of Longyaochen, the red blood with rusty breath clipped in the liquor, such breath permeated in the air, people can not say the mood...

Xia Yimo opened his mouth slightly, and a pair of beautiful and clear eyes stared at the hand with blood, which could not respond for half a day.

Longyaochen didn't move, or even, he didn't seem to find his hand injured. The dull eagle's eyes lightly fell on Xia Yimo's startled face. In the deep of his eyes, he had complex emotions that he didn't know. Such emotions were hidden...