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... beauty, luoli mourning, Uncle Maori, they sat around the small coffee table, opposite the Aso and the old man, Jincheng Bingwu, chatting casually The sky.
Jincheng Bingwu’s words are not many. Most of the time, he is squinting, inserting two sentences from time to time, and then falling into silence.
Because of Jincheng Bingwu's sake, the atmosphere around it is a bit weird, and the topic is often chatted and inexplicably gone.
Soon, everyone ended a topic. After a moment of ...
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