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Walk in the direction of the cloud, the wine that got drunk yesterday is called the fruit rain storm soaked through the whole body

In the early morning of the next day, the light cavalry stabbed alone in the wilderness, charging

I ran for three nights, arrived at the foot of the mountain, and then entered the temple gate to burn incense to worship Buddha, but I still can’t say it.

It's not that the children don't stay under the front seat of the hall overnight, drinking three liters of wine

So don't stay in the direction of the cloud