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The cone has also fallen, and I don’t know when my brow is covered with melancholy. "I’m afraid it’s more than that!" You hit me … Try punching the monkey. "
Wen Leyang said a sentence to Qian, carefully following the gas, drinking and punching, and they didn’t intend to resist the monkey’s stumbling in the middle. The golden monkey smiled very kindly. "It’s not bad …" Wenleyang’s heart is more discouraged than this punch. Compared with the absorption of wood poison, there is no slightest…
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"Teacher …"
Teacher Ying smiled, "But this is based on that bus. The real bus is now kept in the National Museum, and we will go to the National Museum later." "Wow, that’s great! ! ！” The students were very excited just after listening to the short story, and now they are even more excited to hear…
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The next day, when the golden sunshine was transmitted through the window, Han Yue opened his eyes and looked across the street. One person, the Long Yu family, was gone.
Just then Xue pushed the door and came in and said to Han Yue with a smile, "Xiaoyu has been busy. He asked me to come and tell you." "Oh!" Han Yue dressed quickly and said while washing, "Yukime sister Xiaoyu has something on her mind again recently, do you know?" Yukime nodded and said,…
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"Don’t you confess? Do you want me to bite you again? "
Huibin hummed, "If you want to bite you, bite it. People with girlfriends like you are not afraid of being suspected. Then I have nothing to be afraid of!" Zhang Chengyuan said, "Don’t regret this!" Bow your head and hold Huibin’s delicate red lips again. After tasting them carefully for a while, you suddenly open…
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Yes, of course! But you eat too often!
The housekeeper talked but didn’t say it. He said, "Yes, but your situation is different now." Meng Yunan raised his eyebrows. "What’s the difference?" "You have a daughter," said the housekeeper. "There’s still plenty of time. What’s the hurry?" Meng Yunan "…" Be right Meng Yunan looked at the stars and smiled heartlessly. Finally, Meng…
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"yes! It is a barbecue! I warn you that if you want to make me a barbecue, I will keep you trapped in the dreamland! " The black group bared its teeth …
The forehead YunMingYuan stared for a while and felt that this shape was not appropriate. After all, this little guy doesn’t know how to get a mouth, but he has no teeth and claws. Yun Mingyuan just asked if that sentence could be eaten. It was a casual question. This fix-up world can’t eat a…
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