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... p>Ling Tiehan naturally accompanied him to sit next to him and sighed from the big Chu to get the best fragrant Ling Tiehan. "It is not a Murong family. This is the rarest thing, even if it is a big Chu." Xu Qingchen said with a smile: "Ling brother likes it." Back, I let people send two boxes to Xu brother."

Ling Tiehan raised his eyebrows. "Is there a lot of this kind of tea in the northwest?" It shouldn't be, this kind of tea is not much in Dachu itself. Although Dachu and Northwest ar ...

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