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... k, it is the sultry heat in the forest that makes them sweat.

Looking at the exquisite two-story wooden building in front, Xie Wan and the two women were relieved at the same time, could not help but think: how to say how comfortable the hermit life, which is comfortable? I don’t know if Wang Hong’s immortal people are like this, and they are going down the mountain and sweating down the mountain.

The appearance of this building looks like an ancient servant, so it is built on the ...

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Content tags: Jianghu grievances, disguise, misunderstandings, women disguised as men
Search keywords: Protagonist: Hua Rongyue (Yi Linglong) ┃ Supporting role: People in the Jianghu ┃ Others: Hua Rongyue, Yi Linglong
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