The trees are lush, the hills are rolling, and the simple dirt road is also ups and downs, and it takes a lot of energy to walk. The woodpecker Epeck asked the battalion to rest where they were, while he lowered his head curiously, and looked through the straw baskets of the flag-turning captain Babe, looking at the so-called "good things".

"Lord God! What is this? The small red pottery statue is made of bright and delicate rain **** clay ()? Uh...why is there an arm missing?"

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