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... idence in Eastern Wei.
A handsome and noble ten-year-old boy shot an arrow from his hand.
The arrow hit the bullseye, and beside him was a little girl’s voice, “Wow, Mu Yan, you’re amazing!”
“You’re so noisy.” The little boy glanced at Zuo Bingyan disdainfully, looking at her with contempt—a few years younger than him, and crying with snot bubbles.
Behind Mu Yan stood a boy about his height, Vermilion Bird.
With a serious expression, he took the bow and ar ...
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