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People on the street tell jokes, look at the sky, laugh cheekily through today, so that they can rejoice to meet tomorrow morning. The white-clothed boy turned his head to see the ancient red blood fan opened on the carriage, and blurted out: eh, the prodigal son sitting in the carriage, I see that you are somewhat familiar, I think it must be with me is a person of destiny, since it is a person of destiny, it may be worthwhile to report your own preferences, how is it? Yan Qiu heard this and instantly looked...