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This is the color of the world. On the Xianjia Ferry, overlooking the Wanli Mountain River, there is absolutely no such feeling. Therefore, the practice on the mountain is even more ignorant of the world.
In Chen Ping’s hands, the mountain sticks refining and refining in the Biyou Palace are green, which makes the Leichi vein more like a bamboo whip. Otherwise, the gold is too conspicuous, but as long as the prohibition is removed, this is temporarily a small refinement. The ghost ...
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