Lausanne only recovered from her distraction when she heard her voice, and the first time she saw this woman, she thought it was her brother Anan, whether she was looking or gestured, there was her shadow in between.

Impossible, impossible, how can Brother Anan be a girl, it must be too similar.

Lausanne comforted himself in his heart, unwilling to think much about it.

"Hello, I'm Lausanne."

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Chapter 118 of "The Flying Flocculent in the Half of the Moon" The battlefield of gunpowder is being fought by hand, please wait a while,

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