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... y came from behind Xuan Tian Mo. The voice was soft and pristine like jade, the tone was even, and it was as though it was speaking about something very normal. But this sort of voice was too familiar to Xuan Tian Mo. When he heard it, it was like a needle.
He turned around and looked. Sure enough, he found the seventh prince, Xuan Tian Hua, wearing white clothes and stomping over. He held a folding fan in his hand but did not open it. The heat of the beginning of Autumn did not have a ...
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