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Li Ye stood in front of the beaver’s nest—their nest was underwater, with a top made of a firm mixture of dead branches, fallen leaves, and mud, and even had ventilation holes around the edges.
That pool of spring rain was in a depression at the top of the nest.
It was clearly different from regular water, with a distinct boundary from the surrounding rainwater, giving off a viscous feel. It’s not wrong to say it’s like oil.
He reached out intend ...
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