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... ot to the back of the neck, returning to a ceremony, turned and left.
Miao Zong took the sly hand and walked down the mountain. The flowers and trees on both sides of the mountain road were lush, the butterflies danced, and the dewdrops hanging on the blades of grass reflected the brilliant light. He looked down at the wooden box in his hand, and his mouth was slightly raised: "It’s still good for your Yunhuamen’s younger generation, so a small wine knows how to give gifts to the elders." ...
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