Chapter 184 thousands of oil, thousands of old trees

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"Nothing special, their eyes are green." I recalled and told Mo Yan.

Mo Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't say too much, but I was a little careful.

I gave a light hum. Along the tomb path, Zhao blind's big black dog kept shouting.

blind Zhao stopped,...

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