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Chapter 227 - : [Mount Jiao] Old Words
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... ning Platform of the Confucian Wind Sect, Xu Shuanglin looked at the specks of golden light drifting in the night sky. He suddenly felt that it was very similar to the paper he threw into the furnace on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival.
It burned to ashes in an instant. Only a few sparks remained, burning him through the years.
He looked at Luo Fenghua, Nan Gongxu, and Nangong Liu.
They could be family and friends for life.
But Nan Gongxu was no longer in t ...
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