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I crossed over, crossed over into a plant of immortal spirit spleen name is indeed quite nice, but in the end I am a plant of grass ah fortunately the ladies are very fond of me, said the feeling of holding me in the heart of the hand, it is very comfortable but there is always a white not prickly old goat hanging on the top of my head I'm very panicky, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that after it ate me have no place to put White Xiaobai: "Don't think that I don't know that you're a What the heck, Succubus...