He suddenly smiled, put away the gun, and played with the taste: "Then I wish you good luck." Luo Qingyuan ignored him, took a knife and cut his wrist, watching the blood drip between the man's lips.

Wen Ting glanced at it a few times and turned around: "If you want to go, hurry up, it's too late." ...

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