He did not stab the sword at the little boy who was hiding in the corner.
Instead, she slowly walked forward and squatted in front of him. She gently reached out her hands and hugged him.
How could she blame a little boy who had been locked up in an experiment since he was young?
Even if the little boy was her ...
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betraying the midnight court is betraying the fairness ...
you also need to be judged ...
It was as if anger had struck the executors 'hearts, causing their expressions to twist slightly.
Due to their appearance, the slightly distorted air ripples also began to form layer by layer, constantly rising to the peak.
One by one, the executors bypassed Lu Xin and entered Red Moon primary school.
In the office on the third floor, number eight was holding a vase in his hand, showing his fierceness to the executors.
He was like a child who only knew how to complain and get beaten up, but he had finally learned how to fight.
