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Three thousand years ago, Mo Yun alone forged the imperial weapon Ping She Bi and presented it to a ruler who brought peace to an era. 。,"No, it's nothing, I just need to go out for a while..." Jia Xi hurried to explain, but Mo Yun's playful eyes followed her again. 。This made Jia Xi extremely uncomfortable. 。,"Ah... I should have known" Jia Xi stopped her choked voice, her face full of astonishment. She never expected Mo Yun to say something like that. " 。Shouldn't we be angry Shouldn't we be sad Why is the other person so indifferent 。"Yeah, a smart person, should have left long ago." 。These years, it's been tough. 。Mo Yun gently stroked Jia Xi's forehead, and then changed the subject, "Which family's young master is this" "I don't know" 。Ji Xi could clearly feel the warmth on her forehead, unwilling to brush it away. In a daze, she even had a surge of wanting to cry. 。So…best of luck. 。Well, you went overboard. Look, your hair is messed up. 。Mo Yun carefully put Jia Xi's hair behind her ears. 。。

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