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... e woman's eyes are too bright, so bright as a moth sees the fire, desperately grabbing the last hope. Imagine that if she shakes her head at this moment, she will become the last grass to crush the camel.
She sighed and nodded gently: "I am."
"It is the princess of the princess, it is a fairy, she came to save us!" In the crowd, I do not know who shouted. This sound, like the kind of fire that ignited dry wood, made the people who were dull and numb slowly wake up.
"Fairy to ...
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