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... that poem.
In the distance, the stone path of the Hanshan Mountain is inclined, and there is someone in the depths of Baiyun. It is late to park in the maple forest, and the maple leaves are red in February.
Xiao Ankang held the fire spirit's leg in one hand, and couldn't help but reach out to touch the smoky smoke, but when his finger touched the white mist, it turned into water vapor, wet his finger, and he retracted his finger to Huo Ling wiped his legs, then calmly said, "Sure ...
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