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Categories: words and feelings
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Qin Jin's hands used to stir up the wind and clouds, and he also killed his enemies, but now he just wants to make tea and serve flowers, but the sky doesn't agree with him. What? Someone has poisoned my own brother, okay, okay, okay, I'll go check it out. Outside the city, on the deserted mountain, Qin Jin was carrying a small shovel. "Young master, do you want to dig a grave together?"