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Jiao Yang is like a fire, and the scorching sun in July seems to be desperately emitting its own heat. Steaming people seem to be baking on the stove, all wet and sticky. The busy market is now very quiet. You can hear Xia Na chirping happily in the tree. Occasionally, a few vendors who insisted on setting up stalls hid in the shade, shaking their cattail fans and chatting with their parents.
Strangely, in such hot weather, a tea shop in the corner of the market is crowded with people. Seven or eight people are sitting around a bearded old man, sometimes listening attentively and sometimes laughing loudly, as if that hot and cool day had been cut off from the outside. It's really lively!
The old man took a sip of herbal tea and smoothed his gray beard.
"Speaking of this Izumo Villa, it is rich! Let's not talk about how the dance king founded this Liu Yun Villa from scratch. The three sons in this villa are all lucky! "
The old man rolled his eyes and saw seven or eight people around him staring at him eagerly, just waiting for him to say the following words and nodded with satisfaction.
"Big childe dance light flow, outstanding personality, generous in aiding needy people, all the way' dedicated sword' superb. In those days, he single-handedly attacked the magic religion with a weak crown. Although he was seriously injured, he also killed the devil. ...
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