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Speaking of this matter, Yang Qin's face became bright, "In the past, I can't help but play with them. I made all the lamp oil, and sprinkled the ashes in a copper urn and soaked it in water, so I can be considered as your company."
Caiwei's face turned pale, and she looked at the five ever-bright lamps around, and the copper urn under the wall that received water.
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