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The trees in the distance were lush and dense, and the shrubs on the ground were crazily long and intricate.

Lin Feng was silent. He asked Ye Wen with the flute, but there was nothing special about it.

Jun Qingchen's gaze swept under the dense shrubs, and in the end fixed onto the black claws below, and was slightly startled.

If his memory wasn't wrong