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"Are you sure you want to do this?" The voice is lazy and soft.
"Why not?" Cold questioning.
"Don't you think it is beneath your dignity to do such a despicable thing?" The other person is laughing, and that smile is full of ridicule.
"You too, why don't you say more?" The man listened and didn't care.
"Your temper hasn't changed at all." It's like nostalgia, but the tone is teasing.
"Why did you mention that year again?" Putting down the things in his hand, the white man raised his head with a straight face and looked angry and arrogant.
"You just entrust things to me?" I knew he wanted to end the conversation, but the other party still insisted.
"You owe me this."
You always owe me this.
Lian got up from his chair and had a big stretch. In recent days, Yin Nie didn't bother him, and rarely let him take part in training. In the underworld, he is at leisure, and sometimes eating, sleeping, practicing and staring blankly have become commonplace.
Maybe if a person is too idle, his heart will easily become empty, and being in a daze will become a common occurrence, so when he thinks of feathering, there will be more and more.
Obviously, this is the last thing I want to consider, because I never know how to face such a situation.
I can sit at the same table together. ...