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It was already noon, the sun was blazing, and all the farmers working in the fields had gone home for lunch. Therefore, there were very few people on the road.,Even after waiting for the person, even though I am reluctant a thousand times over, I will still have to live my own life from now on!,At this time, Meng Yao opened her eyes. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, but what lay within them was not the usual warmth, but rather a chilling clarity, a cold composure, and a thirst for blood.。

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