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Editor: Henyee Translations
Little Blackie's automatic identifying system was a mess.
How's that possible? How can it be his owner? He only has one owner, but the system was telling him that this person is his owner?
The network wasn't stable.
Who exactly is he?
Because of the man in the priest outfit, images started jumping onto the Lamborghini's internal navigation screen.
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Inside the church, everything necessary was prepared.
The big doors opened and light flitted in. Deep red roses were scattered across the floor.
Little Mo Bei changed her clothes and was no longer carrying her little backpack. She was dressed in a little Tang suit and held a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
She followed behind Bo Jiu, small but because of her cold temperament, it was so adorably contradictory.
As for Bo Jiu, when the black dress on her body was raised, the tail dragged on the ground, winding past, but it was not a bit heavy.