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Three hundred and ninety eighth record: flowers meet the rain

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He was also puzzled, "It's the busy farming time now, so it's time for all the water bandits to go to farming! However, probably, the years have not been good in recent years, so it's possible to make a living at this point!"

When Bo Yizhi heard this, he paused in his hand, and the faint blue under his eyes became deeper and deeper, and his expression remained motionless.

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