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Turning into a familiar alley, a black shadow like a black iron tower flashed out. Sima Botao, the president of the First Civil Division of the Sanping Court, was slightly startled and couldn't help but straighten his back. When he saw the slightly coquettish figure flashing out from behind the black shadow like a black iron tower, he quickly sorted out the suspicions in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he had the standard expression of a civil court president. Afterwards, Sima Botao quietly smiled with an unknown meaning under the lights of the old streets and alleys late at night, and said emphatically, "What are you going to do?" President Sima, I have no other intention, I just want you to listen to a story. Listen to a story? It's half past eleven at night. The figure of Black Iron Tower took a step closer, with a somewhat ferocious expression on his bearded face.
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