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Chapter two thousand four hundred and eighty one life is only for one person

With a "bang", the raindrops rolled down and broke all over the floor.

Whose heart is broken suddenly?

Ou Ruoqinghan stood in front of the window, like a statue made of cold jade, with white hands so hard that the texture could not be seen clearly, with a handsome face, noble and cold. Even the most beautiful woman in the world did not have such a icy skin.

His eyes were motionless in the direction of the Zhonglu Wangting, as if he had seen the person he was thinking about through thousands of mountains and rivers and mountains.

Yu Ling.

Today has passed.

You can go home.

Go and see the rain.

Go and accompany your daughter.

Forget everything and live well.

...

Elino walked into the room.

After Ziying died, she was the only one who stayed with the God of Death.

In the empty and gorgeous room, the crimson curtain radiated a bloody luster. Alino looked at the person standing in front of the window, and was so lonely and lonely that she turned red and almost cried.

Everyone says that the God of Death is a ghost that cannot see the light, but if it weren't for that woman, how could he become a ghost?

Qin Yuling...

Ailinuo had never seen this woman, but she knew she must be very beautiful, that kind of beauty, even Ye Weilan and Ye Yan could not compare to it.
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