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The Flying Phoenix cried in sorrow. Her cold face quietly watched her acting, watching her acting, reaching out to pick up the green jade cup, lifting the cup lid to take a sip of the pre-rain Dragon Well. That smell was fresh and pleasant, with an endless aftertaste, it was truly a good tea!

"I will see that you won't cry until you see the coffin. Someone, bring Jiang Lang Zhong