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... ke action, Linghe could not help but find the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke is sitting in his room, sitting at the table, playing with a small paper man with a big palm.
"Miss, when are we going?" Ling He asked.
The monsoon smoke looked at Ling He and looked at the little paper man in his hand.
Suddenly, the head of the little paper man moved gently, and it was unclear whether it was the wind or what happened.
The mouth of the monsoon smoke evoked a smile, a ...
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