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... were all swept away by huge heat waves, and they fell to the ground, and they would not be able to climb for a moment.

This does not blame them. After all, there are two big grades, not many people will use it.

Seeing that the heat wave is going to hit Hong Xiaobao, Zuo Shixian’s fierce bite, holding a **** sword in front of Hong Xiaobao, and at the same time long shouted: "The line is again in the Yangko, the number of people in the bead curtain!"

This poem is just suitable ...

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