By the river, except for the occasional birdsong in the distance, only the laughter and whispers of the middle-aged man remained, and the weak man with the eagle frowned slightly, did not speak, nor moved, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared again. …… Tang family. Tang Ao sat on the chair, he was playing with two glass balls in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Long. Tang Ao stopped...

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