The Shepherdapos;s C
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author: Not ten strings, ple
A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,That beautiful scene looked just like a painting. Haina unconsciously widened her eyes.,Compared to that frail visage, his voice was more energetic and polite: "Nice to meet you."。