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... e at night, there are still many mages in the square sitting still and practicing. It is said that the aura of the heavens and the earth is richer than the indoors, not to mention that it is the top of the cave. As with the magnetic field, it can absorb the innocent show of Nissei Moonlight in a limited range, and it is indeed twice the result with half the effort.

"There are a lot of people here, so I will contact her until 11 o'clock." Wang Xiaobao said in the shadow of a tree.

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