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... ns to ashes after its splendor, this is the dream flower.

He suddenly found that there was a faint vitality in the ground, and Dayuan Jingzhi started. According to the ground, a seed was lying quietly one meter deep.

种子 This seed is no different from Xiao Qi ’s gift. It turns out that the seeds of 的 Menghua come like this!

It is commonplace for the lotus to bloom, bear fruit, and then have seeds, but the seeds of the lotus flower are so strange, no wonder that it is rare and ...

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