"...Old Jack turned the compass in his hand, the spurs on his heels creaked, his left eye narrowed slightly, and his right hand pressed the Dharma book on his waist... There was a three-eyed crow standing on a white birch tree, crawling in the lake with green fur Yellow-skinned frogs, croaking and croaking, cursing each other's blindness..."

Xiao Xiao hummed this ancient hunting song softly. Wearing a pair of silkworm leather gloves on his hands, he used tweezers and clips to skillfully separate the flesh of the elf, and collected every part of the material—

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