On the afternoon of February 19 in the third year of Longwu, more than 50 miles north of Changsha City, there was a small village called Dingjia Village.

At this time, the sun has already set in the west, sprinkling the last bit of light into the surrounding mountainous wilderness, weaving a layer of splendor

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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