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... sh and tender leaf whirled and fell on his hand, the Phoenix of Nine Heavens belongs to wood and fire, even the fallen leaves in the world love the breath of him.
He folded the leaf in half, put it near his lips and blew, and the intermittent tune overflowed from his lips—too many years have passed, and he will no longer remember this tune.
You shouldn't let the little loach go. There is not much time and the arrangements are almost done. He has to follow and catch it all the time ...
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