The mountain behind the west word camp, by the small lake.

There was an old man fishing with a rod.

Xizi Battalion, the old white tiger master, Xun Qianzhang.

He loves to fish on weekdays, and spends at least half of his time fishing here for twelve hours a day.

He sat there, suddenly put down the boom, looked at the gloomy weather, and said, "I'm afraid there is something big......

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