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... s not taken care of by many people on weekdays, and was covered with dust. The inscriptions on the top are not very deep, and the writing on the margins is often worn.

Murong Chuyi looked at it quietly--

The stone stele was kindly established by the owner of Jiuxianglou for the dead, so there is no such thing as "kind mother" and "beloved wife", just four simple words.

Chu Lian's Tomb.

He came after the boss's instructions. This was the first time he had seen his biol ...

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