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... ouls. They stood still in motion, and lost their former glory in their eyes. There was no expression on their faces.
The fingers of the monsoon smoke are slightly opposite to them, and the jailers immediately resume as usual, but the eyes that look at the monsoon smoke no longer have any fear, but a near-instinctive sincerity.
"the host."
The monsoon smoke smiled a little, did not pay attention to these several prisoners who were controlled, went straight out of the dungeon, ...
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