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... ht snow had already begun to fall. Migration, the blackness between the whole world, Wu Xiaoyin inexplicably feels a bit poetic.
However, can poetry be eaten? Can poetry keep out the cold? At least in the Beastman Continent, it is impossible to transform spiritual matter into material wealth, so Wu Xiaoyin huddled in the thick animal skin, and he didn't even dare to stick his head out, for fear of inhaling the cold air. A broken body cannot withstand successive blows.
When the team ...
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