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he medicine from the side to apply it. Mo Xiaobai glanced over, his face flushed suddenly. His whole chest was open, the bullet holes tearing several times, some large, slowly healing. The scars had a...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."umors. 。Perhaps, this is a child he has forgotten somewhere. 。This idea made Mo Yao very uncomfortable. 。Yet, one couldn't help but find the enchanting beauty of this elaborately made-up child charmin...