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Gu Qingci travels to a world where rivers and lakes and courts are juxtaposed. With a chivalrous system in his body, he has read all kinds of knights in the rivers and lakes, and quietly entered this strange rivers and lakes. He also lives above the temple. Strong song.

I have the Nine Swords of Dugu, which breaks through all the martial arts in the world,

I once had a little Li flying knife, cut through the sound,

With a sword coming to the west, I will fly from the sky beyond the white clouds!

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With a hideous visage they came to be known as goblins.

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