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... another, every time one fell, it was necessary to scrape off a layer of land, and it would be even more ridiculous. Until the seventy-nine roads were smashed, even the hills on which she had been sitting were not obvious. In nine hundred and eighty-one, there were still two bad things. When Xia was relieved, it was almost over.
Bang.
Eighty, eighty-one...
then……
Eighty two, eighty three, eighty four...
"Looking on, what the hell? Isn't there only eighty-one?" T ...
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