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Li Mu led his black war horse, stopped by the river, and dipped the bristle brush in his hand with water, and brushed its whole body hair one at a time.
When he bent down and focused, Wu Yan turned his head and stretched out his tongue to lick the rough palm he was extending.
He looked at Wu Wei, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, raised his hand, and patted its head gently.
The soldier named Liu Yong was running in the direction of Xiaohe.
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