The little fairy mushroom was soft and hard, and finally the girl reluctantly agreed to go with it the evening when she left the village. One tall and one short figure reflected in the round mushroom house of Umbrella Village, reflected on the mirror-like lake surface of the Fox Palace, reflected on the tall palace wall of the Imperial Capital, staggered under the fluorescence of Xiyu Bay, in the bonfire of the Pinghai Festival Dancing next to each other, sleeping in the smoke and sand of toshishi. They held hands and walked, spreading laughter and laughter all over the cloud, and they came to the abyss where the dragon lives...  (The content becomes more and more blurred, and the content afterwards is no longer clear.)
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