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... children in the nearby farms early, as Feng Ling said, eight children. Already dead one.
When the explosion sounded, the seven young children were horrified and ignorantly watching the little friend being bombed and suddenly vacated, blood splashed, and then fell like a burnt black wood on the ground.
It was a small companion who grew up together. He was laughing and playing together in the past few days. Today he was lying in the burning fire of the spotlight, black and black, an ...
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