[Zhongyingmei] She is a small public

In the dream, the dense forest rustled with the breeze.

The young elf princess sits on the top of the woodland hall, watching the boundless forest and the distant lonely mountain on the skyline.

The elf princess looks like a human child of six or seven years old, except that the pointed ears are faintly visible in the golden hair lifted by the breeze.The race of elves, regardless of gender, is born beautiful and handsome, with a light body.Even sitting casually, what seems to be inadvertent becomes tangible dignified elegance.

Itiou was just idly staring at the distant clouds in a daze, and she could watch them for days and years without feeling bored.At this time, her pointed ears moved slightly.Immediately, a slight smile appeared on the little girl's face.

After more than ten minutes, another figure appeared at the top of the hall. The elf prince who had just grown up hundreds of years ago came over. Wearing a green-brown hunting suit, with a bow and arrow on his back, his body exudes a slight smell of giant spider blood.

He looked at his younger sister, who was only five hundred years old this year, but she looked like a human child. She hadn't passed through the elves' longer childhood than humans.

Iteo turned his attention and smiled at him——and Legolas unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.He walked towards her, but Itio wrinkled his nose.

"I don't like the smell of giant spider blood, it's too fishy."

"I've tried my best to avoid the blood stains on them." Legolas shrugged his shoulders, and he sat briskly beside the little girl, puffed up his face at his sister, and said calmly, " You can smell the same blood when I sit 100 meters away, so I might as well sit next to you."

Itiou was still young, so he didn't understand that this was Legolas' unreasonable words, but he felt that he would never be able to speak up to his brother.She continued to prop up her chin and look into the distance, the little elf shrank into a ball.

"What are you thinking?" Legolas asked.

The young elf just stared at the lonely mountain in the distance.

"I miss my mother." She said lazily, "When will I see her again?"

Legolas tilted his chin slightly to look at Iteo.The little girl's side profile is beautifully curved, but there is a faint mist in the blue eyes.She is still young and does not understand the meaning of death, but she has already begun to experience the feeling of nostalgia.

300 years ago, the jungle was attacked by the Gondaba orcs in the north, and their mother died in that war.At that time, Legolas had just come of age, and Iteo was still a child, remembering only the last fifty years of her mother.

"Her body is gone, but her spirit still lives in the halls of Mandos." Legolas comforted, "We will always see her, but in the distant future."

"Will she choose to reincarnate?" Itiou asked ignorantly.

"I don't know." Legolas lowered his eyelashes, "There is no concept of time there, and many elves will meditate on their past experiences there. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the outside world has already changed."

The jumping fire in the little girl's eyes went out again, she lowered her head and took a deep breath silently.

Legolas couldn't help but put his arms around his younger sister.

"I miss her too, but..." He hesitated to speak, and finally said in a sad voice, "Itiou, you still have me and my father."

Iteo leaned in her brother's arms, and she raised her eyes to Legolas.

"Dad, does he...does he love me?" She asked cautiously.

"Why do you ask such a strange question?" Legolas lowered his head and said, "Of course my father and I love you."

"But since my mother passed away, in the past 300 years, he seldom comes to put me to sleep like before, and he doesn't always smile." Itiou said softly, "What did I do to make him unhappy? Yet?"

Legolas said nothing.Itiou is young and doesn't understand these things yet, but he has some vague ideas.

Their parents have been together for nearly 9000 years, and their relationship is extremely deep.Since the death of his mother, Thranduil has become depressed. The sadness brought about by thousands of years of love can be resolved by more than a few hundred years.

Itiou looks seven parts like his mother and three parts like his father.I'm afraid that every time Thranduil sees his young daughter, he will be sad.

Legolas sighed softly, and he reached out to stroke Iteo's cheek.

"Not only you, he also seldom sees me. Not only that, he even seldom appears on the throne." Legolas' tone couldn't help adding a hint of complaint, "He's drinking in the house every day, even Managing the country has become negligent... Over the years, he has pushed all the big and small matters of the country on me, but I have just grown up, and it is really out of courtesy for him to do so."

"Isn't that good?" Itiou asked ignorantly, "Anyway, you will inherit the throne in the future."

Legolas shook his head.

"He has the burden of a king on him, so he may be motivated to stand up again in the future. If he is no longer a king, there is really no hope."

Itiou blinked, it was obvious she didn't understand.Legolas reached out and stroked her hair gently.

"He does love our mother the most, but it is normal for a father to love his wife the most." He comforted softly, "He loves us, but now he is too sad, we have to forgive Him, okay?"

Itio nodded obediently.

"Good," she said.

At night, Legolas stood in front of the window, staring at the forest and the moonlight outside in a trance.His good friend, the red-haired adult male elf Sylvie, slowly walked over.

"In a daze?" He laughed.

"Thinking of my father," said Legolas.

The smile on the corner of Sylvie's mouth faded away.

"What's the matter, did you argue with him again?"

"No, because of Itio," said Legolas. "He's been depressed for three hundred years. But he's not alone in the pain. He doesn't care about us all, so forget it, but Itiou is so young, when she should have needed her mother's embrace, she lost her mother, but now she can't get the love of her father..."

Sylvie sighed softly, he really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the royal family, but who made him and Legolas friends.

"Your Majesty has an elusive character. When the Queen is here, he can persuade you a few words. Now that she has passed away, Your Majesty will be more sad than before." Selvi said, "You are the eldest son. At this time, You have to understand him more."

Legolas sat slowly on the window sill, his delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

"He used to teach me what my duty was, and now I've forgotten it. He's a king and a father, so how can he get away with it?" he said. "Don't I feel sorry for my mother?" ? But I am also busy every day because he pushes everything on me."

Sylvie shook her head helplessly.

"Look at you, you are almost carved out of the same mold as His Majesty the King." He said, "When you are hot-headed, you also don't eat oil and salt, and only care about your own emotions."

Legolas snorted softly.

"If I were king, I would do better than him," he said. "I will not run away from anything, let alone neglect to run the country."

Sylvie smiled helplessly.

"Okay, Your Highness, even if you are so ambitious, isn't the more important thing now to be with your sister?" He said, "Calm down, and I will apply to His Majesty tomorrow to find another one for the princess." The older female elves look after her."

Legolas nodded slightly.

"I'll go see her first."

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Elves sleep very little and don't need to sleep every day like humans.As long as there are no attacks such as sharp blades and magic that can harm the body less, the elves can live forever.Elves were originally a race used to such a long life, but for young children who lost their mothers, every night was so long.

The elf curled up on the bed that was a little too big for her, and she was covered with a thin quilt, reading an ancient book in Elven language by the candlelight.

Legolas, dressed in silver silk and woven civilian clothes, walked in lightly.

"What are you looking at?" he asked softly.

Itio put the book on the bed.

"I'm reading the biography of the world." She turned to lie on the bed, pointed to the pictures in the book for Legolas, and exclaimed, "Look, I have never seen so many strange and interesting races."

Legolas rubbed his fingers lightly over the pages as he gazed at the folded illustrations.

"Yeah, how interesting this world is," he said softly. "It's a bit of a waste to spend thousands of years in the endless forest."

Itiou didn't hear the meaning behind his words.

"The books say hobbits eat eight meals a day, aren't they tired?" she asked curiously.

Legolas smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently pushed his young sister flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"Okay, Itiou," he said, "is it time for you to go to bed?"

"I just fell asleep a week ago," Itiou said.

"You need to sleep more, so that you can grow up quickly." Legolas said, "Tomorrow I will take you to Changhu Town at the foot of the mountain. Although it is not as magnificent as the world, it can be considered that there is an entire town of human beings that can make you grow up." You are fresh and fresh."

Hearing what Legolas said, Itiou had a smile on his face.

Legolas blew out the candles on the dais and sat down beside Iteo again.

Moonlight streamed in through the window without glass, and the world was quiet, only the breeze brought the rustling sound of insects in the forest.

"Tell me a story, brother." The elf closed his eyes and said vaguely.

"it is good."

Legolas' fingers touched her face lightly, his eyes soft.

"You know that the guardian beast of our Sindar elves is a big-horned deer?" He said, "It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the first queen of our line, Mrs. Sindaria, lived with other elves in the In the state of Amen where the gods live, she does not like to communicate with the gods like other elves, but is more enthusiastic about walking in the forest and nature."

"She walked in the depths of the forest during the day, chatted with the animals, and at night she lay in the arms of the forest with the stars as her pillow. When the morning sun came, she sat and combed her hair by the stream, watching the stars flow away from the stream, and the morning sun from the stream. The head of the stream rises slowly. She picks up a star, and when the water comes out, the star turns into a petal, and she spots the beauty of the flower on her forehead."

"Lady Cindaria has a beautiful voice, and when she sings, the stars dim, and the gods and creatures cannot help listening."

"One day, she came out of the abode of God and sang melodious songs as she walked towards the forest. At this moment, she heard a cry for help in the noisy forest. She followed the sound to the depths of the forest, at the edge of the water. , she saw a white deer lying on the bank, with beautiful and huge long horns growing on its head, like the intertwined roots of a tree branch. Its fur was whiter than the silver moon, and it shone like waves in the sun, no matter what race it was No master can carve out the slightest bit of its beauty."

"This holy and beautiful animal, for which the gods would fall, fell like this on the bank, with its hind legs in the water, and from the shadows of the river there was darkness sticking out, clinging to the snow-white hair of the white deer, and it was bound to drag it into dark waters."

"Mrs. Cindaria rushed over. She condensed the power of the forest and finally rescued the white deer. It turned out that the one who was holding on to the white deer was the God of Hate hidden in the void. The combination of filth and the dark side of the heart of all things, it is attracted by the holiness of the white deer, so it hides in the mud at the bottom of the river in the state of God year after year, and finally waits for the opportunity to attack the white deer."

"The God of Hate, who was exposed, cursed angrily in the river. The elves living in Amen State are all kind and peaceful in nature, not to mention the gods. Without the support of the darkness in the heart of all things, the God of Hate is very fragile. The gods who heard the sound came to eliminate the hatred. The god of hatred let go of the madness before disappearing. As long as there is a living thing in this world, there must be a dark side in its heart. As long as darkness exists, it will be resurrected sooner or later. ...everything is immortal, it is immortal."

"The gods settled the matter, and Lady Cindaria saved the white stag with its great horns. The white stag fell for Lady Cindaria, and has been by her side ever since," said Legolas. Leaving Amen State and returning to Middle-earth to multiply, the White Deer will never leave her. So over time, the big horned deer incarnated by the White Deer has become the patron saint of our family. But..."

Legolas raised his head, and he saw that his sister had fallen into a deep sleep, her eyes were closed, her breathing was steady, and her long pale golden hair shone faintly in the moonlight.

Legolas hooked the corner of his mouth, he stopped the story, got up silently, and backed away gently.

The young elf was asleep, unaware of Legolas' departure.

In the dream, she walked through a forest.The forest here is not shrouded in darkness like the dense forest, and the sunlight shines on the green grass from the gaps in the leaves.There are no giant spiders here, and there is no need to worry about going the wrong way and going into the dark.

The little girl pinched the hem of her skirt, and she struggled to step over one tangled tree root after another. As she walked, she suddenly felt that she was not so strenuous anymore.She put down her skirt and stretched out her hand. What she saw was a pair of white and slender fingers.

She ran to the river, the water was crystal clear, she looked up, and the face of an adult female elf was reflected on the water, beautiful and handsome—that was the future appearance she wanted to grow up quickly.

Itiou propped up her body, and she walked in the forest, feeling the tranquility and joy from the inside out because she was in nature.

At this moment, she heard a cry for help—she ran in that direction, the woods quickly spread out to both sides from her eyes, and a dark swamp that was completely different from the forest appeared in front of her eyes.She saw a deer as white as moonlight struggling in the swamp, its noble hair already stained with filth.

The five-year-old Itiou was at a loss, but her body was already moving, and her voice sang softly. The forest trembled, the animals screamed, and a beam of hot sunlight shone on the swamp, and the swamp began to twist , screaming in pain.

"It's the Sindar again—it's the Sindar again!!" she heard the Marsh growl in pain and rage.

The sun became more and more dazzling, Itiou narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a few seconds, the light disappeared.Itiou opened her eyes, and she saw that the swamp was gone, replaced by a green meadow with singing birds and flowers, and a white horned deer lay dying on the grass.

Itio walked over, and she knelt beside the deer, stroking its soft white fur.

The white deer raised its head slowly, and Itiou met a pair of wise black eyes that were endless like an abyss.

"You saved me, scion of Cindaria," it said, in a voice as sweet and warm as a brook on an equinox.It watched Itio, it looked at her.For a split second, Iteo even thought he saw what she had been through in her eyes.

"Thank you, Daughter of Thranduil." The White Hart said, "You prevented a disaster."

"Yeah, it was really dangerous just now." The young girl was still confused, but the adult she had already said, "You will almost be swallowed by the swamp."

"The important thing is not me, but the dark image behind it." Bailu said, "It's still very weak, but it's almost getting stronger."

"What the hell is that?"

"It is the embodiment of the filth in the world and the darkness of all things. The more negativity in the hearts of all things, the stronger it will be." White Deer's voice revealed exhaustion, "Sauron is getting stronger and stronger, I am afraid that it will come back with the dark forces .”

"Then what should I do?" The elf princess frowned slightly, "How can I help?"

"Madame Sindaria has been gone for tens of thousands of years, and now there is no one who can help you." White Deer sighed bitterly, "I can only hope that the upcoming war will not wipe out the hope of other races, and may the light in their hearts last forever. "

Itiou stopped talking, and she gently stroked the white deer's back with her hands.

"Your song just now was very nice." Bailu said, "I haven't listened to it for a long time, can you sing it for me again?"

Itio nodded, and she sang softly again, softly spreading throughout the forest.

The white deer blinked slowly and heavily, listening carefully.Finally, a gentle look appeared in its eyes.

"You are an elf with a pure heart, that's why you have the opportunity to walk into this forest." The white deer said, "I have nothing to repay you. How about it, Princess Itio, tell me the most stalking now your troubles."

Itio slowly lowered her hand on the white deer's back, and she lowered her eyelashes.

“My father has been depressed since my mother passed away, drinking a lot,” she said. “Even now that he has recovered, he has created a gap with my brother. I know he never Put it down, he misses his mother every day."

Itio sighed softly.

"I don't ask much, I just hope that he can let go of his grief and get a good night's sleep."

The white deer flapped its ears, it seemed to have recovered a lot, it raised its head, and lightly touched Itiou's forehead with the tip of its nose.

"You are really a kind and pure elf." The white deer said, "Mrs. Cindaria had a world-moving beauty, a mellow singing voice, and a soothing temperament. I have no other talents, but after my wife passed away, I kept Part of her ability. After so many years... I finally understand that she can no longer come back."

The white deer's voice was dim, and it paused for a while before continuing, "In this case, I will give you the ability of Madam Cindaria to comfort others. As long as you keep your current pure and flawless heart, this power will always follow you. looking at you."

"What does this mean?" the elf princess asked suspiciously.

"When others are watching you, you will feel peace in your heart." Bailu said, "You can also let others put down their negative emotions for a short time. In this way, your father can at least have a good sleep."

"Thank you," Itio said heartily.

The white deer propped up its front legs, and then it stood up gracefully, and Itiou also got up slowly with her.Bailu stared at her with generous and loving eyes like an elder.

"I shouldn't have lived in the mortal world, but after Mrs. Cindaria's death, I have no way to leave. Over the past ten thousand years, I've been very weak, and I'm afraid I can't always keep an eye on whether this world is safe and healthy." White Deer Said, "Princess Itiou, I will grant you three more wishes. This is the last bit of power I have left. Remember, these three wishes can fulfill anything, but you cannot use this wish to benefit yourself. .”

"Achieving anything?" Itiou said in amazement, "How is that possible?"

"Of course it is possible." Bailu said, "Otherwise, why do you hate that guy who has been pestering me for tens of thousands of years?"

"But I...but I'm still underage, and I don't think I can afford such a heavy trust." Itiou said in a low voice.

If Bailu were human, he would definitely smile at this moment.

"I see people are always accurate. I believe that you will grow into an excellent and upright elf." It said, "And that's good too. Abomination won't know that I transferred the divine power of this wish to you, and it will be safer."

"Then what will you do?" Itio asked hesitantly.

"I don't know either. Maybe, after losing my divine power, I will become an ordinary deer." White Deer's voice was indifferent, "Tens of thousands of years are enough for me. That's fine too."

Itio nodded slowly.

"I will keep your words in my heart."

The white deer took a small step forward, lowered its head, and put its forehead against Itio's.A holy silver-white light radiated from the deer to all directions, and the wind picked up, and the breeze gradually turned into a hurricane, enveloping them in the wind.

Those bright lights gradually drilled into Itio's body from the white body of the big horned deer, and her skirt fluttered violently.

In the end, Bailu took a step back slowly, while Itiou still had her eyes closed, a three-petal imprint appeared on her forehead, exuding a silver light, and after a while, the imprint gradually disappeared into the elves on the forehead.

She opened her eyes and saw that the white deer started from the hooves, and the white was gradually dissipating, turning to black and brown and spreading upwards.

Itiou raised his head in panic, but Bailu stood there gracefully and calmly, unmoved.

"Where did Mrs. Cindaria go?" Itio couldn't help asking.

"After her body disappeared, the gods took her back to Amen State. Due to her great achievements in her life, Mrs. Cindaria accepted the godhead." White Deer smiled softly, "She is also a god now."

"Do you still want to see her?" Itiou asked again.

"That's natural. But even after I die, my way back is not Amen State." Bailu said bitterly.

Itio closed her eyes, and she breathed softly.

"You said that these three wishes are not for your own good," she said, "but I want to use one now."

Bailu looked at her in puzzlement and surprise.

"Don't mess around, Princess Itio, you—"

"I hope that the deer, the patron saint of my Sindar elves, can leave the mortal world, return to the island where the gods live, and reunite with Mrs. Sindaria." Itio said.

The white deer's black eyes showed a look of astonishment, the wind stream entwined its body, and its brown forelimbs returned to their snow-white color again.It wasn't until its body began to float that the white deer came back to his senses, and tears glistened in its black eyes.

"Thank you, Princess Itiou, thank you." It said emotionally, "You have freed me, and I can finally meet my wife."

Itio stretched out his hand, gently stroked the white deer's long horns, touched the white deer's forehead lightly again, the white deer closed its eyes, and the crystal tears slid down from the corners of its eyes, turning into diamonds when it landed.

"I would like to be the guardian of the Sindar clan forever, and bless every newborn baby of the Sindar clan." It said, "I will never break my promise from generation to generation."

The body of the white deer gradually disappeared, and it stared at Itiou.

"Princess Itio, you are a noble elf. If I can rekindle my divine power one day, I would like to share a part of my soul to protect you, no matter where you are." White Deer said.

"You don't have to do this, you deserve it." Itiou said with a smile, "I will help you watch the world until my body dies."

The white deer stared at her softly until the silver light disappeared into the sunlight in the forest.

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The young princess fell asleep on the big bed. She seemed a little restless and kept changing positions.

[Itio...Itio...] A voice whispered.

The little princess woke up suddenly from her dream. She was not woken up by fright, but felt that she had a good night's sleep.She rubbed her eyes, and saw that the book of the world she had opened was still lying flat on the bed. The night breeze blew gently, shaking the gauze-like curtains, and the pages of the book began to flip by themselves with a rattling sound.

The moonlight shrouded her bed softly, and under the moonlight, there seemed to be an illustration on the new page.Itiou pulled the book over, and she saw a long-haired elf standing with a long-horned deer in the painting, looking into the distance.

... Isn't this the story my brother told?The little princess thought in a daze.

"Itiou." At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, it was a soft and pleasant voice like a spring stream.

Itiou raised her head, her eyes widened—by the window, under the moonlight, there was a translucent white long-horned deer standing there!The moonlight shines through its transparent hair, making this white deer even more holy and beautiful.

"Princess Itiou." Bailu said, "You have been asleep for too long, it's time to wake up."

What?The elf tilted his head suspiciously.

"I know that you are still weak, so your spirit is still asleep. But I also know that your spirit will hear my words now." Bailu said, "Those humans can be trusted, but they can't help you find your way home, go home The key is in yourself."

"What are you talking about?" the elf asked ignorantly.

The white deer stepped gracefully in mid-air, and it came to the bedside, watching the elf's eyes became tolerant and pampering like an elder.

"Your Majesty, you still have one last wish on your body." It said, "Remember, don't let humans know about this. It's best to keep all humans from knowing your existence... Humans today are no better than in the past, they are for themselves Anything can be done.”

"Huh?" The elf looked confused.

Bailu looked a little helpless.

"I'm a little worried about you. A few days ago, I seemed to have a bad prophetic dream." Bailu said, "Kindness is your quality, but I hope you won't be hurt because of it... Be careful in everything."

The white deer raised its hooves, it tapped the air lightly, and the multicolored waves scattered in all directions. The elf looked at the waves curiously until the waves passed through her——

Itio opened his eyes again.

The afternoon sun shone softly and lazily on her bed.

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Itio let out a big breath, only feeling that he was extremely tired after sleeping this time.She was lying on the soft bed, she stretched her arms, stretched herself heartily, and kicked off the quilt... Just as the elf was writhing wildly, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Itiou turned over with a grunt, she raised her head, and met the eyes of the two people beside the bed.They are two human females, the one on the left looks younger, with long maroon curly hair hanging on her shoulders, she looks seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Hey, didn't it scare you? We didn't mean to peek at you." The young girl said sheepishly. "My name is Wanda and this is my sister Lorna."

Compared with Wanda, who still has a girlish feeling, Lorna beside her looks completely different.Lorna looks about 25 years old. She has a straight nose, deep eyes, and a tall temperament. Her short green hair adds a sense of mystery to her.

"Hi." Rona said, her voice was calmer than Wanda's.

"Hello, I'm Itiou." Itiou is used to the recent appearance of humans one after another.She yawned, then blinked, "Where's Bucky?"

"The Winter Soldier and Captain are out." Wanda said, "Don't worry, it's absolutely safe here, you can trust us."

Itio nodded ignorantly.

"What about Rumlow?"

"He—" Wanda hesitated, she turned her face and exchanged glances with her sister.

"He's in a meeting with other people." Rhona said gently, "He'll be back in a while."

Polaris' looks, temperament, and voice are all cold, but when she deliberately softens her voice and speaks softly, she has a unique taste.

With a wave of Wanda's hand, red waves emanated from her fingertips, gently entangled with the cups and kettles on the distant table, and they flew over steadily.

"Come on, have some milk." Wanda said softly.

You must know that Itiou has been taken care of by the two elders since he woke up. No matter how hard they try to be gentle, how can killers and mercenaries be gentle?After such a long time, the elf finally realized the care and tenderness of women again.

"Thank you." Itiou took the milk poured by Wanda himself, raised the glass and drank it clean, and then continued to look at them, "Are you all mutants?"

"Smart, how do you know?" Lorna asked.

"King T'Challa told me."

Rona took papers from the bedside, she pulled out two sheets, and then gently wiped the corners of Itio's mouth.

"You're so cute," she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen such beautiful and smooth blonde hair." Wanda smiled lightly.

"You are the most beautiful human women I have ever seen." Itiou blinked.

Although she has only communicated with Lorna and Wanda so far, she thinks they must be the kind of good-looking human beings, eh!

It seemed that no matter how unbelievable a compliment came from the elf's mouth, it became believable and pleasant.

"Do you want to take a stroll here?" Wanda smiled. "There are many interesting places in the base."

The elf nodded immediately, and Wanda happily raised her arm to take her hand.Itiou was imprisoned in various hotels by Bucky like a pig for so long, and she couldn't bear it any longer. She dragged Wanda and ran forward, while Lorna put her hands in her pockets, with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. Smile, follow behind them.

And Itiou's life in the human world - also from this moment, officially began.

The author has something to say: Me!What the hell!Wrote six o'clock!Finally finished! ! ! !

Highlight again, about the settings of the elves and the like, I am completely blind jb, not taking the Lord of the Rings, because after checking the information, I found that the Yezi family is actually not high in the Silmarillion, so I forced it to increase down (wait

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In addition, this article is really sweet from the beginning to the end, all the flags are for the sake of style! !I swear!This is an old age text!

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I'm going to continue to review. If I finish the review, there will be an update in the evening. If I really can't finish it, I can only do it tomorrow!Love you guys

God! !An author with a college graduation exam is so diligent and touching, bookmarked it!commented!Must be!

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