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... r have come.
In no time at all, Ming Jing had dug up many herbs and ferns. Han Ying followed her example, digging up whatever Ming Jing did.
“It’s almost noon. Let’s go back.” Ming Jing took a vine, bundled up the wild vegetables and Immortal Crane Grass, and easily picked them up.
Han Ying wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up to see Ming Jing’s face still white and clear, without a drop of sweat.
Qu Feitai handed Ming Jing the Immortal Crane Grass he’d ...
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