In the early morning, blackout curtains block out the harsh sun.

The bedroom was full of warm atmosphere, and the sleeping girl seemed to have a nightmare, her brows were tightly locked, her hands were clenched, and her forehead was full of beads of sweat the size of beans.

Momiji suddenly screamed and woke up from a nightmare, sweat almost soaking through his clothes.

"Momiji, what's wrong?"

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"Live Fortune Telling: The Calculation Is Too Accurate and Targeted by the Local Tyrant" Chapter 222 The weakness in Momiji's heart is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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