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... n beings and then made into tables, beds, soft white paper, and disposable wooden chopsticks.

Humans cannot have total control of fire, so they use it and fear it simultaneously. How about trees? They won’t fight back, so people just use trees and don’t hold them in awe.

Lin Luoran let her thoughts run wild, thinking of the spirit herbs with miraculous efficacy and Chinese herbal medicine of all kinds. Some of them are poisonous while some can save lives: nature is really a wonderful ...

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