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"Giant Anlin, I caught you!"

The sound is sweet and clear, like the whisper of a mountain elf.

An Lin suddenly opened his eyes and saw a long blond hair with green eyes like a jewel, holding his hand tightly and staring at him with a smile.

The lost memory suddenly turned over again in my mind.

"Cortana ... how did you ..."

An Lin found that his increasingly blurred consciousness gradually recovered, and he regained his perception of the world, as if he ha ...

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