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killed agents. 。Mo Xiaobai had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly rolled on the ground, hiding behind a rockery. It turned out that bullet holes appeared where he was standing. An enemy...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。g stood up. It was only eight o'clock in the evening, not too late. Everyone was very excited today and was having a wild celebration downstairs. Even Su Man was taken down by Ye Wei’la to celebrate h...