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Time was like an arrow, the sun was like a shuttle, and the moon was like a shuttle.

There were no scars in the starry sky, no tears, and only the life and death of a Cast Heroic Soul!

How many times had Luo Xingchen died and how many times had Yue Wushuang been injured?

On this joyous day, when the flowers were in bloom and the fruits were in bloom, all his friends and relatives