The wind on the seashore kept blowing Socrates' hair and falling again, but fortunately the sea breeze was not cold at this time. Socrates sat under a tree far away from the shore and looked at the sea intently. "What do you want?" Feng Yueke made trouble, and Jiang Mou, a panda man from a distance, ran in front of Socrates with a bunch of coconuts. "Nothing ......," Socrates pulled his thoughts out of the memory. The silver needle device in his right arm hadn't been used in a long time... The wind on the seashore of Feng Kao Sun Dumo kept blowing Socrates' hair and falling constantly, but fortunately, the sea breeze was not cold at this time.

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