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... veil in the outer cover. While listening to the old man telling a story, he slowly fanned the wind.

The old man suddenly asked: "Peach buds, wind, and snoring? Not to scare you, if you are in a house outside the town, you are so lazy, but you have to punish."

Without any response, the old man who has always been good and generous to the next person is trying to continue to laugh a few words, his face suddenly changes, looking up into the distance, his expression is dignified. In th ...

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