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... to Xiao Zhou Mountain at dusk. At this time, Xiao Zhou Mountain was gradually shrouded in darkness, and Yan Zhengya crouched on the mountain path, studying something.
There’s no mistake; this demonic aura even has a hint of alcohol.
Just how much alcohol did the Weasel Demon steal from that person? It’s one thing to steal someone’s drink, but what’s with the lack of manners, farting in their presence? No wonder they’re holding a grudge! Yan Zhengya grumbled inwardly, carefully d ...
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