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... nery in one hand, and rested on a sheepskin map, searching for a place in the other.
Standing in front of the map is a person who looks like the Central Plains. Even a few people who have seen him will not be familiar with him. The look of a standard 30-year-old middle-aged man. He grabbed a sheepskin hat with one hand, his mouth was grinning, and he couldn't see a smile. He leaned forward with his neck, and couldn't stop the continuous sweat from the chin with the fur inlaid on the hat.< ...
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