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... Dong Qingfeng off, and looks at the back of the figure who is drifting away, waving his hands gently. Feeling lonely for no reason.
Originally a rival, but came to drink a glass of farewell wine.
After fighting for so many years, in fact, he knows each other's existence best. He knows that Dong Qingfeng likes to play flute, but he plays it very badly. He knows which brothel and woman Dong Qingfeng likes, and he also knows that this person is real. Everything is very indifferent. ...
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