Looking at the fragmented portrait, Yuan Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and then unspeakable sadness appeared in his eyes, as if the most precious thing had been lost.
In the next second, he suddenly returned to his senses, jumped up from the ground, looked at Finn, his eyes full of uncertainty.
“Brother! Are you really a senior? Not a puppet or a walking corpse?”
“Fart! Can puppets and walking corpses have one percent of my temperament?” Chen Shen cursed in a good manner, then lifted the mask slightly and revealed his face.
Looking at the handsome face exactly as he remembered, Yuan Qingtian subconsciously wanted to cry again, but Finn stared fiercely and frightened him back.
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