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In the past few days, Xin'er has become familiar with Hangul, like a friend who has known each other for many years.

Liu Ming put a bucket of fish in the trunk behind the car, rinsed the fishy smell of his hands, came to the busy crowd, and said to Miao Miao, who lowered his head and scraped the fish scales: "Brother, yesterday's big white goose has been disposed of, how many big white geese are left in your house?" A few of my friends who own a restaurant plan to follow

Chapter 448 of "The Land on the Bank of the Ningxi River": Giving people roses and leaving fragrance in their hands (6) is in the hand, please wait a while,

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