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... re complicated than the sixty-four hexagrams, plum blossoms and easy numbers.
But he just throws it at will.
Then the smile on his face froze slightly, and only he could figure out the name—Taoist Qingyu?
Taoist Qingyu?
Fuck, don't think about it! !
This time it was his intelligence that was screaming, and the most clear spirit in the six realms had instinctively made a judgment, as if a chariot running wild had hit the south wall directly, and then ...
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