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Xiao Yi looked at Tu Shanhu, who was panting heavily in front of him. He stretched out his hand and gently touched Tu Shanhu's bald head.

This was the first time that that bald head had met the exact same thing as the first time Xiao Yi had met him. It was as smooth as a mirror, without a single strand of hair. And, looking at it, it was shiny with oil in the middle of winter