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A horse came galloping, and the rider's clothes flashed, and a dozen black and bright braids flew in the wind, and his face was as red as a peach.

Song Xuan clapped his hands and laughed: "Good riding skill..." "So beautiful!"

When Ma Chi arrived, Peach Blossom was already standing on the horse. Suddenly, she somersaulted over and just as Song Xuan jumped in shock