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... or of the Suzhou branch of the Baoyue Brothel. In one hand he held a fan that he was using. The continuous cold rains at the end of spring had stopped and the heat had returned. In a flash, it made the temperature of the air rise again.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the procession on the road wearing funeral gear. Hearing the mournful sounds of the music, he couldn’t hold back a smile. Ming Qingda indeed had some tricks up his sleeve. The mournful and angry look on his face, and h ...
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