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... up to the graves where Dumbo and Trumbo were lying upon and snoring away. Unfortunately, there was no grass growing over the graves.
Casually grabbing a handful of blended qi pellets, Jiang He chewed slowly on them.
The days when he could not farm were such a bore.
“There might be a heritage site on Mount Dadong. Should I go there?”
Jiang He mused to himself for a long time, but eventually gave up on that idea.
Mount Dadong was too dang ...
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