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... filled with cold mist. Zhao Ji stood on the top of the tall rocks beside the camp and looked around. He could only see the cold and damp cold mist evenly sprinkled on all the hills. The fog on the top of the hill is relatively thin, and the lower the terrain, the denser the fog.
Taking advantage of the embers of the campfire last night, Zhao Ji raised the burning campfire again, roasted the bread with the temperature of the flame, and after a simple breakfast, Zhao Ji picked up the hatche ...
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