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However, these words might not work for a half-grown child. Lin Yiyuan had been eating grass by the side of his nest since he was young, and he had been to every village at the foot of Mao Mountain, house to house.

Although not everyone knew who they were, when Lin Yiyuan first heard the name Sun Dajiang, he felt that it was very familiar, but he could not remember who it was