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Mu Yan satisfactory to nest in the warm quilt, a small nap. A string of footsteps paused in front of the bed, not heavy and light just to let her hear, grunted, vague ask: "the Xiao Lan, pervert away not ah?" To throat a little smile, jokingly asked: "Oh, when I have such a name? Late night." Paused, repeated play taste: "metamorphosis, metamorphosis, ha ha, this should not be praised?" To hear the familiar voice, like a needle to be general, Mu Yan immediately sober him, my heart cried: "Lord,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], save me!" And the people are buried in the quilt, the last fight. "Don't depend on, time, go to the horse archery field, today tired of you, let's do arrows." The man quiet road. Come on, just two days,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the most basic bow,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], arm is sore for several days,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], people when the princess,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just learning the thorn embroidery, learn some etiquette, why, why you want to study these, also be the metamorphosis of oppression, more think more sad, not slow action. |
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