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... orously, tears were already falling.

  She never thought that Geng Hao would die.

   This is really too sudden.

  Suddenly, I was not mentally prepared at all.

  Guan Yuxin has already squatted down.

   "Geng Hao, are you joking with your sister Guan, get up quickly."

  Luo Xiaobing couldn't help but hugged Guan Yuxin and began to cry softly.

  Among these people, Han Qiang was the most uncomfortable.

   Chen Yu is dead, and Geng Hao is als ...

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