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... . His blue eyes sparkled.

The hot spring glowed with a strange light green light.

The plants beside the hot spring were already withered, but now, they seemed to be revitalized. They absorbed the life force in the spring and quickly grew fresh green buds.

The skullcap suddenly spread out layers of pink petals and sucked in all the life force.

The tender yellow stamens in the petals hugged each other tightly.

When it had absorbed all the life force in the p ...

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