The white fox was waiting, because the young man had said that he would come back before the first winter snow in Beihu, but after that, the spring and autumn were fruitless, and the sea was rotten but a flick of a finger: it had opened its eyes at the end of the eternal night and looked at the end of the light, and the landscape of the mountain and water spring city was measured between the breaths of this monstrous power, and every inch of the building was familiar to the heart, but that eye was still far away, and the convergence of the surrounding escaping energy was not enough to fill that eye. Make it a burden, this breath is swept by, and between the ups and downs, trillions of mountains and rivers are printed and expanded without fresh changes;

Perhaps, this is obsession......

Feel the ......

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