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... med again. Fan Xian looked at the changing yellow light on the general’s face. He narrowed his eyes and didn’t speak for a while. An oil lamp flickering should be, according to Qing Kingdom’s superstitions, a joyful thing. However, Fan Xian currently could not confirm this fact.
“Talk about your past and speak your thought.”
Fan Xian slowly sucked in a breath and tried his best to make his expression softer.
“My name is Xu Maocai.” The general smiled slightly and be ...
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