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... uo checked her shoulders, no number.

  Letting her face him, he cut his palm with a knife and squeezed out a stream of blood in front of her.

  Yu Qingqing looked at him in shock, "Cousin, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have developed a hobby of self-harm..."

  Xu Huo breathed a sigh of relief, it's fine.

   "Aren't you afraid that I will eat people?"

  Yu Qingqing said nonchalantly: "I believe you won't hurt me, and there are so many people out the ...

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