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... ason and the body’s instincts was harsh.
At the thought of revering such a man every day in the past, Lv Yingbo felt his limbs go cold, almost nauseous, unable to resist half-kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth:
"White, Tiger, Hall..."
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Gu Qinghan sat on the steps.
He held a twig in his hand, absentmindedly drawing on the ground, his eyes on his nose, nose on his heart, facing an empty expanse as if it bore the most fascinating thing in the wo ...
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