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Weave life and follow the night. By the time dawn comes, Hongchuan has been flowing for a long time. Nine turns of life, hundreds of years of beauty. A few words cannot describe the vicissitudes of nine generations, and a thousand words cannot describe the prosperity of the avenue.

Williams looked at the zombie in front of him and said extremely narcissistically, "This guy seems to have fallen in love with me." "He may not be in love with you, but wants to eat you." Liu Ruofan held his chin and analyzed calmly. "Do you believe in love?" "... Not really."