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... . The new shoots on the branches swayed far away, and some old leaves on the ground were rolled up. Get up, make a rustling sound, and then fall one after another. At this time, the boundless falling trees are rustling.
There is an old man in a plain gown, with a faint layer of luster on his body, and a short knife floating beside him, as he walks forward slowly, shining, like a glimpse of the redness in the sky.
Yue Yan felt the oppression at the first moment, and a burst of f ...
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