Someone has poured cold water on him, scorched hair wet at the moment, he hit a Ji Ling. The ship has left the Xiangjiang River ferry, downstream to open. He was wrapped with a quilt, and then he heard the sound of boots, several pairs, in which a pair of standing in front of him, a man crouched down. "What is your name? " " Qi Yuan ... ... " "Well, yesterday afternoon believe that you left? " " ... to ... "
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