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... ack Fox King kept running.
But no matter where she ran, that voice would always easily ring in her ears.
King of Black Fox suddenly stopped. The sun had set and the moon had risen.
In the hazy light, a man wearing a sackcloth monk’s robe, who looked like an ascetic monk, walked over with a smile and said calmly, ‘”‘No matter what
Little Fox wants, I can give it to you.”
King Black Fox felt that this monk was extremely reliable. His head was buzzing, and the wor ...
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