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The moon is like a sickle, hanging high in the sky.

Silver frost spreads across the desert, outlining a continuous outline.

The night is already very deep.

Duan Chuiwen wiped away the wind and sand on his face and looked up at the sky again.

The position of the star bucket is becoming less and less obvious, and it has basically ......

Chapter 125 I am not loyal to your master I am hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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