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Categories: pass through
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Woke up with a start, cave, room and candle night. The cold man dropped a sentence: the royal residence, will be your grave, then left. Since then, with his own heart, day, day in the king's mansion, sun love, pull hate. Situ Ya Jing was as if she was oblivious. "Your Highness, why aren't you jealous?" Leng Ze Xin categorically did not think that the person he wanted to be cold, in the end did not have the slightest intention to be jealous, but was himself, in turn, could not stand her cold. "You are my master? The most heartbroken me?" Looking up at the person in front of her who was as gentle as sunshine, a man in white, softly caressing his hair, Situ Ya Jing's hands itched to bully. "Yes." My heart aches for you the most, but unfortunately, it's still late to come back. Dongfang Xuyao looked at his little disciple, a bitter feeling in his heart.