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... e world seems to be overturned.
There are things in the sky, usually they don’t fall.
The red squirrel, as if tied with a safety parachute, sways eastward and westward, descending with the blood kite glowing in the thick night fog, extremely conspicuous.
Qin Ming felt a chill all over his body, casually threw something, only to have a blood-stained object thrown down from the sky.
He turned his head to look at Old Man Liu, under such night light, the latter’s face ...
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