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Chapter 17 There is always a cannon to kill
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... here the Qinghe lived, how can it be called a house, it is clearly a firewood house, not even a table and chair, let alone a charcoal fire, at first glance, except for the wall of the hole, only the corners of the poorly piled firewood, Xiao Yuan I was afraid that when I looked up, I saw the bitterness hanging on the cantilever.
It’s too bad...
Xiao Yu'an's robe gave Luhe Qing, and the house leaked, and the wind blew, and people could not help but tremble.
Yang Liuan said wi ...
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