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  Based on the current Taoism cultivation of the little ghost boy, most of the spiritual fragrances will not have much effect on it

   Just for fun.

  But the little ghost boy is unswerving in his love for Lingxiang, and is very obsessed.

   "When someone opens the door of the temple, someone grabs the head incense, little devil, you are good, brother, I will open the door, you grab the head and kowtow."

  Little Guizi wasn't embarrassed at all, just kept smiling ...

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