It was said that the night was dark, the lanterns were swaying in the wind, and the pedestrians on the road had returned home, but they saw the red vermilion door open with a heavy sound with a babbling sound. The night was like paint, and a thin figure was pushing the door with difficulty, it was the little frog, already

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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