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"Do you want to be played to death, eh? Will you be enough for them to play with? "

In his dreams, Slight Chill frowned.

That person pressed her against the ice-cold wall. His palm was as cold as his entire person. "If you want to live, you have to rely on yourself. If you can't, you can only be reduced to a toy ?"

Slight Chill woke up from her stupor and the car smoothly drove on the road