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... r opening his eyes.
In front of him, there was no longer the figure of his mother, just the gentle voice circling beside his ear:
"Ba’er, come to my dwelling."
Looking up, the big hole torn in the tent’s ceiling, the lingering dense starlight, as well as the clear fear in his heart, and his slightly trembling body, all confirmed that the scene just now was not an illusion. The starry sky, the Temple, Mother.
"Young Master," a guard stepped forward to remind, "Lady ...
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