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... ong, he fell to the ground, did not fall to death.
"Hey!" Founder squatted on the ground, spit out the blades of grass and the soil in the mouth, and it was sore and sore.
"Where is this?" He paused a few breaths and stood up in disarray, staring at the surroundings.
Surrounded by a piece of grass, the Founder seems to be in the grassland. The grass sways gently with the breeze, numerous flowers, colorful, composed of tapestry, stretching to the sky.
In the distance, ...
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