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... Beiluo City…
Somewhere on the endless plain, a wagon stopped there quietly. The horse was snorting and eating grasses.
The heavy moonlight shone on the plain, giving it an icy cold but beautiful silver glint.
The curtain of the wagon was lifted.
A hunchbacked old man got off the wagon with hands behind his back. He was looked at Beiluo City, which was vaguely shown in the darkness.
The wagon man was Mo Shougui, who had lost an arm. He followed Mo ...
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