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... terchanged.
The sandstone-like years were washed away bit by bit by the flowing water.
Jiu Zhongtian, who was seated in the pavilion, had already drunk numerous bottles of wine.
It was unknown how many times the gourd on his waist had been refilled with wine.
“Master, they are urging us again.” Lu Jian appeared beside Jiu Zhongtian once again.
“How many more days?” Jiu Zhongtian asked Jiang Lan and Xiao Yu.
“Three days. The people from ...
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