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... old bars, a few colored gems and agates, put together brilliantly, almost brilliantly, almost Can shake people's eyes.

Chu Yu carefully counted it, and then separately wrapped it in soft silk sacs. Then she put all the small silk sacs in a backpack made of thick double-layer linen, and the fabric was dyed blue. The corners are partially bleached, and at first glance, it looks like a water-milled denim backpack for later generations.

Tong Chuyu forced her capricious mood, let go of ...

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