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... ving two shallow rut marks on the loess of scorching sun and wind and sand.
Traveling to the barren border bordering Beimang in Zhangzhou, Zhou Ji raised the curtain of the car to look at the desolate and rough scenery of Zhangzhou.
Once the frost is over, the leaves of the trees are withered and yellow, and the stinging insects enter the holes. Even if there is a breeze outside, there is a chill that cannot be concealed by the clothes. It's almost winter.
A figure in wo ...
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