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The flames danced slightly, illuminating the darkness, without a trace of light in the night sky, as black as ink.

At this moment, the three of them were surrounding the bonfire. Yang Qing had already fallen asleep beside the white ball. The sleeping Griffin used a tree branch to raise the bonfire, making the flames burn even more vigorously.

He tilted his head to look at Feng Yanlin