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The weather was clear, and the sunshine was just right.
Qin Guanglin left his house, and before he had taken two steps, he heard ghostly wails and wolf-like howls.
Not far down the street, two people stood facing each other at a distance.
"You come here!" Aunt Wang stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a sorghum broom, pointing the stick at Little Fatty.
The chubby figure was bathed in a layer of golden light under the morning sun, resembling an ...
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