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Helian Mo was shocked. He, who had always been calm and unfathomable, had never lost his composure like this before. His face distorted as he roared, "Xiaoman, what are you doing? You can't die! How could you die? "

Pann Xiaoman looked at him.

He glanced at it, then glanced at it again.

Helian Mo was now thirty-one years old. It's said that men have thirty-one flowers