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... Mo didn’t know what his father intended to do by bringing him there.
Whenever Xiao Mo asked, Xiao Shi always said, “You’ll know when we get there.”
Half a month later.
Xiao Mo entered the prefectural seat of Northern [N O V E L I G H T] Wasteland Prefecture—Wasteland City.
It was already winter. Goose-feather snow poured from the sky.
Compared to snow days in the Qin imperial capital, the blizzard here in the Northern Wasteland seemed even rougher, more u ...
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