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... e, they also tried how much hot water they could use to cut through the ice.

That incident, although it has been many years, is still impressive.

This time, when I heard that Yuanbao was going again, the many female relatives of the Wei family were very excited.

Originally, Yuanbao just wanted to take his two younger brothers and a few people he knew well, go to the river to get some fish, eat grilled fish, and have a whole fish feast in the evening.

It's al ...

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