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... late. I’m off to sleep.”
Fearing that his little master would impose another face change on him, Shitou slickly took off toward his tent.
“Alright, everyone else should go to sleep too. We set off for the Barbarian Tribe tomorrow.”
Suppressing a yawn, Lin Qingluo stood up and stepped into her tent.
Out of the three tents, the boys were crammed into two, leaving one specially for her—blanketed inside with plush furs, a lit mosquito-repellent incense, quiet and comf ...
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