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The whole person shrank in a large black crane fur cloak, arms crossed and hugging tightly, as if afraid of the cold.,Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,Ouyang Rong, who had been looking up, suddenly spoke without turning around.。

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