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... em sprayed white air from their mouths, and soon a layer of hoarfrost hung on their eyebrows and hats.
The wilderness is silvery white, and the land is silent, only the sound of creaking and stepping on the snow can be heard.
But Liu Qingshan knows that all vitality is conceived on the ground under the snow.
Passing by the ginseng garden, I saw Marshal Zhang leading the guards and tidying up a shed.
This was damaged by a wild boar coming down from the mountai ...
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