Sen Ran pointed to the big tent, his eyebrows and eyes forced: "Love and hate, what should I do?" Xia Xiyan waved her hand: "Leave her alone, enter the account." Sen Ran frowned tightly, the corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat, enter the account, enter the ...... Okay, die and die. As soon as he opened the big tent, Sen Ran rushed in with a righteous face, and before the curtain floated down, Sen Ran had a face...

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