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... an sat in the sunset and looked at the snow scene in front of him. Obviously it's winter, but the old man is still sitting in his yard, holding a pot of hot tea in his hands, it seems to be tasting his life.

"So don't ask me about this old man about things on the rivers and lakes. I would be willing to accompany you if you have tea or something."

"Ah, Master, don't you really want to listen?"

Qin Chuan blinked and asked, "But it's urgent!"

"Prank!"

Wang Anqi ga ...

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