There was a wind blowing, and the small dew that had condensed on the blowing leaves jumped directly over one leaf, and then another leaf, and finally returned to the ground, and the people who had returned to their own villages, their hearts were full of joy, and there was a little bit of fear after the catastrophe, and they chatted with each other with some words of relief, but finally everything had passed.

The village has been unattended for months, and now it is a mess everywhere, with weeds and cobwebs that should be there.

Yesterday, after a night's rest, a few people came home and picked themselves up again and began to clean up the mess in the village.

"The Glimpse of the Lake is Mistaken for Life" The Sword and Sword Shadow Are Not My Wish Chapter Ninety-Four: The Layers of Beads on the Tree Fall to the Ground I am hitting it with my hands, please wait a while,

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