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... true colors were like lambs to the slaughter and quickly killed by swift “butchers”.
Leng Changxi kept staring at the woman who played the flute on the distant hillside. In a piece of light purple clothes, she had a delicate and small face and a pair of fair hands which she used to hold the flute.
It was Nuan.
After Qin Yunuan’s arrival, the stalemate that had lasted for a day came to an end in just one hour. When cleaning up the mess, Leng Wu caught many wild monk ...
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