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This book is a slow-burning book, so impatient readers should proceed with caution.
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One time travel creates the overlord of one party.
A precious sword cannot cut off three thousand love threads.
When troops approach the city and everything goes down, no one can compare with the lofty sentiments of Western Chu.
Ambush from ten miles away, besieged on all sides, sing a song of Farewell My Concubine.
Huang Sa locked the throat, Mo Li was in hand, playing a poppy song.
When I wake up from a dream, why can't I say it?
Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and there are already ten years of traces and ten years of heart!
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