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... leave his house. The only difference is that the duration is shorter than the first one; at least this time, he only needs to stay in his house for three days. Wang Xiajie was passing the time reading the books of herbs from the old man.

He plans to make an herb garden on the mountain and sell it as a product in the market.

Unlike his wife, he had no interest in this kind of thing. No, he rarely gets hurt, and even if he does, he can just use the healing techniques his brother, ...

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