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The girl was anxious, and Buyi's father responded. The father and daughter faced with scorching color, quickly crossed the steep mountain road, and rushed straight to the village.

Lin Wanrong looked up and saw a few Hmong people wearing black oblong robes under the cliff. Together with dozens of court tolerances, they held a bright long knife in their hands and hugged a young man in his twenties. Constantly shouting and driving into Miao Village. Standing opposite them, there wer ...

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