After leaving, the mistress suffered from insomnia. She rummaged through the cabinet in the middle of the night and found the leather fan.
She sat until dawn after taking this fan. At the end, she was dozing for a while and had a dream in a daze. She dreamed that the mistress suddenly turned into a lantern, a human skin lantern, and her face was still on the lantern, and she smiled gently at her.
After a scream, she woke up, her hand holding the fan trembled a little, and she found that there was someone standing behind her
Hello, master mèi, the voice is soft: I am your new shadow, my name is February. I heard that someone has just arrived in Zhuyuan. He said that he wanted to go there and bring the mature blood Gu with him.
In the evening, I turned around and saw that February was wearing a white robe. My eyebrows were handsome, but there was a turbidity in my eyes.
Only then did she understand the difference between mistresses
It's also humiliating, but he has a soul that refuses to bow his head, so he deserves the white clothes on his body
So Wanmie frowned, and without giving Eryue a straight eye, she got up, found the box that filled the blood Gu, and stepped out of the yard.
I heard that the bamboo courtyard is still the same, but I only feel that the autumn wind is rustling, and even the evergreen phoenix bamboo is not as green as before.
The young master is still waiting for her in that room, the difference is that an oil lamp is lit in the room, and the light is soft and quiet.
Evening mèi slowly stepped forward, and saw clearly that the young master was leaning on the collapse, wearing a dark black gown with his fingers on the collapse edge, his posture was a little tired
She didn't dare to say anything, so the young master stopped pretending to sleep and stretched out his palm: Have you brought the Gu insect?
Evening Mèi handed the box: There are only two in total, and the days when I kill the ground are too short
The young master said nothing, and he squeezed the box into pieces with force on his palm, but the two blood insects were fine. They lay in his palm and did not move, like two clusters of old blood marks.
I started practicing martial arts at the age of twelve, and now I have practiced for exactly twelve years. I have never used a Gu insect. He said coldly: The Gu King in Cailuo's body can be worth a master's internal strength for a hundred years, but she is not my opponent, how sharp a sword is, it has nothing to do with how many kilograms of iron he used to fight.
After saying that, it was still late, Mèi cut a bloody mouth, causing the blood worm to go against the flow, and gradually turned into a ball of heat in the blood.
At night, I opened my mouth to vent my breath, and the whole body was so hot that I couldn't bear it, and the hot sweat gradually wet my hair
The young master's cold palm came up at this time, pressed it on her back, guiding the flow of true energy.
At this time, I felt that every qi hole in my body was penetrated by this true qi, like the closed flower buds in early spring opened one after another. Although it was a little painful, I couldn't help but say a little joy.
Every day, you follow this path to activate your true energy. Finally, the young master stopped and said: I have passed 108 acupoints in total, and I have drawn them all, and you will take them away when you look back.
Evening mèi nodded quickly. Before he could speak, there was something else in his hand. It was a slender leather whip, pure black, vaguely colorful when it encountered light, and the handle was a green green
Try it. The young master lowered his eyes, with his hands retracted and put it on his forehead
The whip was shaken in the wind in the evening, and I felt that the whip was very light but very flexible. The most peculiar thing was that it didn't bring a little wind when dancing.
She then whispered softly: What the young master means is, will this be my weapon in the future?
Its name is Shenyin, which is also considered a magical artifact, but it is a bit elusive
The young master said lightly, he took the long whip from his hand, and his right arm stretched out gracefully. The long whip immediately moved in the wind and rolled up the oil lamp on the desk.
The oil lamp flew in the air. First, the path was strange, and then it turned upwards. When it reached the top, the fire was bright, like a broken cloud, shaking its wings.
This is the simplest whip technique, called Chuanyunpo. The young master still said coldly: I will do it three times, remember it, I will come here again in half a month, and you'd better have learned it by then
There is no doubt that it is arbitrary in words, but I can't help but feel unwilling to do so in my heart.
This man has a kind of demeanor, which has nothing to do with the beautiful clothes and beauty. He has a kind of demeanor hidden deep in his every move, as if all the gods were hidden when he was there
Yes, it took a while before I replied, and I remembered the whip method in my heart. I watched the whip fall, and the oil lamp returned to the desk. The lights never went out from beginning to end.
The young master's hand was put back on the edge, his posture was still tired, and there was fine sweat on his forehead
He didn't say anything for a long time. In the evening, he slowly approached, wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and bent down to gently untie his belt.
When the clothes were halfway through, the young master grabbed her hand and whispered: Today is my mother's death day. My mother usually likes to watch shadow puppetry, so just watch it with me.
After saying that, he clapped his hands, and there was a movement in the room immediately. Someone raised his face and came out with a white cloth curtain, and put on the lights on the back to start acting in "The Legend of the White Snake".
At first, I didn't dare to speak, and was surprised at how a blind man watched the shadow play. But later, I saw the young master slightly leaning and his left ear consciously facing her, and suddenly I understood.
Now it's White Snake's appearance. She is holding an umbrella and following Xiaoqing next to her. Xiaoqing is slightly shorter than her... She cleared her throat and began to tell him about the play. She spoke to the front desk and described to him how White Snake met Xu Xian, and how ferocious that Fahai looked like
After hearing this, the young master's eyes drooped, and the desolate and lonely spirit came again, revealing endless loneliness.
Maybe this is how his mother talked to him about shadow plays back then, and she talked about it in detail until the yin and yang were separated. Even though she sighed in her heart, she couldn't help but think of her mother who died early.
No matter how rich or poor you are, you only have one mother, and you only have one person to treat you without reservation
Suddenly, I found a connection with each other. I was no longer afraid. After the show was over, I looked up: I wonder how many years has the young master's mother passed away?
After a while of silence, the young master opened his eyes, and his black pupils were bottomless: My mother has not passed away, she just refused to see me, and told me that today every year is her jealousy day.
Evening Mèi was shocked and covered his mouth and didn't know what to say. He could only watch the actors retreating. The young master also put away his weakness, and Leng Rui was as firm as a mountain.
If you want your shadow to come back, the young master suddenly spoke after a while: It will prove to Cailuo that first you are absolutely valuable to her, and secondly you must be that person as your shadow.
Evening moved his heart and vaguely understood something, but he was about to thank the young master but waved his hand
You go, he said: In addition, I will send someone to send some fluorescent Gu over. If you learn to control them, this will make you feel firm.
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In this way, two months passed quickly. I met the young master four times in the evening, each time, fifteen days apart, absolutely accurate
She has gained a lot in two months. She has learned the method of whipping for half of the road, a total of six styles, and can control the fluorescent Gu freely, allowing them to fall asleep or wake up, or turning them into a less complicated shape.
During this period, there was no task, nor did I see a mistress. She is a new killer and has no choice but to face February all day long
This new shadow is greedy for life and fears death, is good at speaking and can flatter, and is simply a counter-version mistress.
The only thing he had the same as the mistress was that he had both been infected with the cold Gu and had an attack on the same day. He had to go to the sect leader to get the medicine on that day.
When I went there, Mèi took a fluorescent Gu and let it sleep in the left palm.
There is still darkness in Cailuo, and the incense has turned into plum fragrance, which is vague.
When I entered in the evening, I saw her frowning, but the next moment I smiled like a flower: It turned out that Mèi was here to kill the girl. I was so sorry that I was defeated by this slave. It would be much better to see the girl. Girl is a rare talent in my hell.
Evening mèi quickly calmed down his head, and when he saw the person kneeling at Cailuo's feet, his heart trembled, and he almost shouted in a low voice.
That was a mistress, she hadn't seen her for two months. She looked at her back and was getting thinner and her shoulders were trembling.
Cailuo stretched out her feet and kicked him again: I asked you to cut your toenails, and you cut my toes into a hole. It's really boring to live.
The mistress kept silent, still holding the small scissor in her right hand, her knuckles were white
Evening mèi knew that he had a cold Gu attack, and also knew that Cai Luo deliberately asked him to serve at this time, but she had to remain silent and listened to his painful breathing silently, as if he was knocking on his heart.
Cai Luo smiled apart with a unique feeling: From the perspective of the girl, how should I deal with this slave?
Even though he was my shadow, he was hard to say this, but he still followed the orders of the sect leader.
She has controlled her emotions to the point of being right
But Cailuo refused to let her go: I heard that the young master taught the girl how to whip her, right? I think the girl might as well practice it for me. This slave is just a target for the girl, so you must not hide your own personal information.
Wanmèi quickly pursed his trembling lips: But I didn't bring Shenyin to...
This simple Cailuo immediately followed: Come, go to the yard of the killing yard and take our sacred whip from the sacred whip.
Evening mèi's face turned pale, his lips became tighter, and he secretly turned his eyes away from the mistress in panic.
The mistress still knelt on the spot, with her back facing her, but she stopped shaking, and her spine stood straight, saying that he could withstand it
After a while, Shen Yin came, and she was in tears at night, holding the long whip and froze in place
Cai Luo was impatient and stretched: I think I'd better call Xing Feng, although he is old now, he is a little slow to peel.
At this time, the candle shadow shook in the room. Wanmèi tightly bit his lower lip, finally waved Shenyin and drew a dazzling arc in the air.
The clouds broke through! As the whip shadows were shouting, the sound was full of torture, and the whip fell on the shoulders of the little three
A whip broke the bone, and blood seemed to bloom all over the ground. The mistress drooped her head slightly, and her nails clenched the carved bluestone on the ground.
Black gold pendant!
Monthly clutch!
……
The shadows are together! The house continues late, the gods draw blood while she is like falling into the abyss, and people are close to the devil
There is no firmness under the whip, let alone flesh and blood
I don't know where the injury is, and I don't know how much blood is flowing. For the mistress, the pain at this time is no longer pain, but the devil who keeps urging him to fall down
The bluestone under his finger had been crushed by him, and he held it in his palm and turned into ashes. He seemed to have lost his last support, but he still supported it until the sixth whip and fell to the ground. The gray in his hand scattered, covering his face like fog
I saw Cai Luo clapping her hands, and Wan Mèi held Shen Yin, clenched her fist with her left hand tightly on her chest, and she seemed to have become ten years older in an instant
He blinked, feeling a little distressed, the gray scattered between his eyelashes, and gradually his consciousness was dissipated
He could no longer see his night, and was blocked by his vision, just as this ruthless ghost gate blocked their heaven, making their love never break the clouds and see the sun
At this time, there were children in the house. Someone came to clean and dragged the mistress out of the house.
Only then did I remember the fluorescent Gu in my left palm, so I quickly woke it up
The fluorescent Gu seemed to be controlled by the wind, hovering above Xiao San's head, and finally stayed in front of him, passing through his eyelashes and landing slowly.
Then let's work together, we will cut off gold, you will take revenge and I will fight for freedom, and finally fly away together
This is their oath on the swing that night. I hope that the mistress will see the fluorescent Gu, remembering the fluorescent night witnessing their feelings, and thinking of his never-ending oath.
But at this time he was awake, did he see, and would he remember it after seeing it. The only thing he could do was watch him dragged away, and there was a winding blood trail behind him.
This is Gongzi Chuan's fluorescent Gu. Seeing Cai Luo suspicious, she quickly explained: I haven't learned to control them yet, so I actually let it stick to my body and bring it here.
Cai Luo smiled when she heard this: Oh, it doesn't matter, Miss Mèi is here to get the antidote, wait
Evening, Mèi had no idea how he returned to Mèi Killing Hospital, and he didn't know how he was until dawn. He sat withered until he heard the wailing of February, and only remembered that he was holding the antidote in his hand.
After taking the antidote, I rested for half a day in February. When I came to see me, I frowned and said that I had suffered a lot of pain.
Master, I remembered something, and he whispered weakly: Feng Zhu came yesterday and said that he had a task. He should have done the ultimate kill, but the ultimate kill happened to be unwell, so he asked if anyone in the Tianshou was willing to replace him.
Turn around calmly: What is that task?
Assassination of Qin Yusang, he blamed Fang Ge. February replied: This mission is difficult, even the ultimate kill is shirkable, so don't take it.
I will still be fixed late, but every word is like iron
February immediately opened his mouth: But Qin Yusang is a martial arts fanatic, good at being a master of a hundred schools of thought, his martial arts skills are not inferior to Fang Ge, and he is a friend of life and death with Fang Ge. Master, please think clearly
I said I answered, remember, I don’t like to repeat the words I said again! I shouted loudly from the desk and washed them, and then smashed them to February.
The pen washes the left rib, and February grinned his teeth, and he dared not make a sound anymore, but when he lowered his head, his eyes were filled with resentment.
She sat until dawn after taking this fan. At the end, she was dozing for a while and had a dream in a daze. She dreamed that the mistress suddenly turned into a lantern, a human skin lantern, and her face was still on the lantern, and she smiled gently at her.
After a scream, she woke up, her hand holding the fan trembled a little, and she found that there was someone standing behind her
Hello, master mèi, the voice is soft: I am your new shadow, my name is February. I heard that someone has just arrived in Zhuyuan. He said that he wanted to go there and bring the mature blood Gu with him.
In the evening, I turned around and saw that February was wearing a white robe. My eyebrows were handsome, but there was a turbidity in my eyes.
Only then did she understand the difference between mistresses
It's also humiliating, but he has a soul that refuses to bow his head, so he deserves the white clothes on his body
So Wanmie frowned, and without giving Eryue a straight eye, she got up, found the box that filled the blood Gu, and stepped out of the yard.
I heard that the bamboo courtyard is still the same, but I only feel that the autumn wind is rustling, and even the evergreen phoenix bamboo is not as green as before.
The young master is still waiting for her in that room, the difference is that an oil lamp is lit in the room, and the light is soft and quiet.
Evening mèi slowly stepped forward, and saw clearly that the young master was leaning on the collapse, wearing a dark black gown with his fingers on the collapse edge, his posture was a little tired
She didn't dare to say anything, so the young master stopped pretending to sleep and stretched out his palm: Have you brought the Gu insect?
Evening Mèi handed the box: There are only two in total, and the days when I kill the ground are too short
The young master said nothing, and he squeezed the box into pieces with force on his palm, but the two blood insects were fine. They lay in his palm and did not move, like two clusters of old blood marks.
I started practicing martial arts at the age of twelve, and now I have practiced for exactly twelve years. I have never used a Gu insect. He said coldly: The Gu King in Cailuo's body can be worth a master's internal strength for a hundred years, but she is not my opponent, how sharp a sword is, it has nothing to do with how many kilograms of iron he used to fight.
After saying that, it was still late, Mèi cut a bloody mouth, causing the blood worm to go against the flow, and gradually turned into a ball of heat in the blood.
At night, I opened my mouth to vent my breath, and the whole body was so hot that I couldn't bear it, and the hot sweat gradually wet my hair
The young master's cold palm came up at this time, pressed it on her back, guiding the flow of true energy.
At this time, I felt that every qi hole in my body was penetrated by this true qi, like the closed flower buds in early spring opened one after another. Although it was a little painful, I couldn't help but say a little joy.
Every day, you follow this path to activate your true energy. Finally, the young master stopped and said: I have passed 108 acupoints in total, and I have drawn them all, and you will take them away when you look back.
Evening mèi nodded quickly. Before he could speak, there was something else in his hand. It was a slender leather whip, pure black, vaguely colorful when it encountered light, and the handle was a green green
Try it. The young master lowered his eyes, with his hands retracted and put it on his forehead
The whip was shaken in the wind in the evening, and I felt that the whip was very light but very flexible. The most peculiar thing was that it didn't bring a little wind when dancing.
She then whispered softly: What the young master means is, will this be my weapon in the future?
Its name is Shenyin, which is also considered a magical artifact, but it is a bit elusive
The young master said lightly, he took the long whip from his hand, and his right arm stretched out gracefully. The long whip immediately moved in the wind and rolled up the oil lamp on the desk.
The oil lamp flew in the air. First, the path was strange, and then it turned upwards. When it reached the top, the fire was bright, like a broken cloud, shaking its wings.
This is the simplest whip technique, called Chuanyunpo. The young master still said coldly: I will do it three times, remember it, I will come here again in half a month, and you'd better have learned it by then
There is no doubt that it is arbitrary in words, but I can't help but feel unwilling to do so in my heart.
This man has a kind of demeanor, which has nothing to do with the beautiful clothes and beauty. He has a kind of demeanor hidden deep in his every move, as if all the gods were hidden when he was there
Yes, it took a while before I replied, and I remembered the whip method in my heart. I watched the whip fall, and the oil lamp returned to the desk. The lights never went out from beginning to end.
The young master's hand was put back on the edge, his posture was still tired, and there was fine sweat on his forehead
He didn't say anything for a long time. In the evening, he slowly approached, wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and bent down to gently untie his belt.
When the clothes were halfway through, the young master grabbed her hand and whispered: Today is my mother's death day. My mother usually likes to watch shadow puppetry, so just watch it with me.
After saying that, he clapped his hands, and there was a movement in the room immediately. Someone raised his face and came out with a white cloth curtain, and put on the lights on the back to start acting in "The Legend of the White Snake".
At first, I didn't dare to speak, and was surprised at how a blind man watched the shadow play. But later, I saw the young master slightly leaning and his left ear consciously facing her, and suddenly I understood.
Now it's White Snake's appearance. She is holding an umbrella and following Xiaoqing next to her. Xiaoqing is slightly shorter than her... She cleared her throat and began to tell him about the play. She spoke to the front desk and described to him how White Snake met Xu Xian, and how ferocious that Fahai looked like
After hearing this, the young master's eyes drooped, and the desolate and lonely spirit came again, revealing endless loneliness.
Maybe this is how his mother talked to him about shadow plays back then, and she talked about it in detail until the yin and yang were separated. Even though she sighed in her heart, she couldn't help but think of her mother who died early.
No matter how rich or poor you are, you only have one mother, and you only have one person to treat you without reservation
Suddenly, I found a connection with each other. I was no longer afraid. After the show was over, I looked up: I wonder how many years has the young master's mother passed away?
After a while of silence, the young master opened his eyes, and his black pupils were bottomless: My mother has not passed away, she just refused to see me, and told me that today every year is her jealousy day.
Evening Mèi was shocked and covered his mouth and didn't know what to say. He could only watch the actors retreating. The young master also put away his weakness, and Leng Rui was as firm as a mountain.
If you want your shadow to come back, the young master suddenly spoke after a while: It will prove to Cailuo that first you are absolutely valuable to her, and secondly you must be that person as your shadow.
Evening moved his heart and vaguely understood something, but he was about to thank the young master but waved his hand
You go, he said: In addition, I will send someone to send some fluorescent Gu over. If you learn to control them, this will make you feel firm.
※※※※
In this way, two months passed quickly. I met the young master four times in the evening, each time, fifteen days apart, absolutely accurate
She has gained a lot in two months. She has learned the method of whipping for half of the road, a total of six styles, and can control the fluorescent Gu freely, allowing them to fall asleep or wake up, or turning them into a less complicated shape.
During this period, there was no task, nor did I see a mistress. She is a new killer and has no choice but to face February all day long
This new shadow is greedy for life and fears death, is good at speaking and can flatter, and is simply a counter-version mistress.
The only thing he had the same as the mistress was that he had both been infected with the cold Gu and had an attack on the same day. He had to go to the sect leader to get the medicine on that day.
When I went there, Mèi took a fluorescent Gu and let it sleep in the left palm.
There is still darkness in Cailuo, and the incense has turned into plum fragrance, which is vague.
When I entered in the evening, I saw her frowning, but the next moment I smiled like a flower: It turned out that Mèi was here to kill the girl. I was so sorry that I was defeated by this slave. It would be much better to see the girl. Girl is a rare talent in my hell.
Evening mèi quickly calmed down his head, and when he saw the person kneeling at Cailuo's feet, his heart trembled, and he almost shouted in a low voice.
That was a mistress, she hadn't seen her for two months. She looked at her back and was getting thinner and her shoulders were trembling.
Cailuo stretched out her feet and kicked him again: I asked you to cut your toenails, and you cut my toes into a hole. It's really boring to live.
The mistress kept silent, still holding the small scissor in her right hand, her knuckles were white
Evening mèi knew that he had a cold Gu attack, and also knew that Cai Luo deliberately asked him to serve at this time, but she had to remain silent and listened to his painful breathing silently, as if he was knocking on his heart.
Cai Luo smiled apart with a unique feeling: From the perspective of the girl, how should I deal with this slave?
Even though he was my shadow, he was hard to say this, but he still followed the orders of the sect leader.
She has controlled her emotions to the point of being right
But Cailuo refused to let her go: I heard that the young master taught the girl how to whip her, right? I think the girl might as well practice it for me. This slave is just a target for the girl, so you must not hide your own personal information.
Wanmèi quickly pursed his trembling lips: But I didn't bring Shenyin to...
This simple Cailuo immediately followed: Come, go to the yard of the killing yard and take our sacred whip from the sacred whip.
Evening mèi's face turned pale, his lips became tighter, and he secretly turned his eyes away from the mistress in panic.
The mistress still knelt on the spot, with her back facing her, but she stopped shaking, and her spine stood straight, saying that he could withstand it
After a while, Shen Yin came, and she was in tears at night, holding the long whip and froze in place
Cai Luo was impatient and stretched: I think I'd better call Xing Feng, although he is old now, he is a little slow to peel.
At this time, the candle shadow shook in the room. Wanmèi tightly bit his lower lip, finally waved Shenyin and drew a dazzling arc in the air.
The clouds broke through! As the whip shadows were shouting, the sound was full of torture, and the whip fell on the shoulders of the little three
A whip broke the bone, and blood seemed to bloom all over the ground. The mistress drooped her head slightly, and her nails clenched the carved bluestone on the ground.
Black gold pendant!
Monthly clutch!
……
The shadows are together! The house continues late, the gods draw blood while she is like falling into the abyss, and people are close to the devil
There is no firmness under the whip, let alone flesh and blood
I don't know where the injury is, and I don't know how much blood is flowing. For the mistress, the pain at this time is no longer pain, but the devil who keeps urging him to fall down
The bluestone under his finger had been crushed by him, and he held it in his palm and turned into ashes. He seemed to have lost his last support, but he still supported it until the sixth whip and fell to the ground. The gray in his hand scattered, covering his face like fog
I saw Cai Luo clapping her hands, and Wan Mèi held Shen Yin, clenched her fist with her left hand tightly on her chest, and she seemed to have become ten years older in an instant
He blinked, feeling a little distressed, the gray scattered between his eyelashes, and gradually his consciousness was dissipated
He could no longer see his night, and was blocked by his vision, just as this ruthless ghost gate blocked their heaven, making their love never break the clouds and see the sun
At this time, there were children in the house. Someone came to clean and dragged the mistress out of the house.
Only then did I remember the fluorescent Gu in my left palm, so I quickly woke it up
The fluorescent Gu seemed to be controlled by the wind, hovering above Xiao San's head, and finally stayed in front of him, passing through his eyelashes and landing slowly.
Then let's work together, we will cut off gold, you will take revenge and I will fight for freedom, and finally fly away together
This is their oath on the swing that night. I hope that the mistress will see the fluorescent Gu, remembering the fluorescent night witnessing their feelings, and thinking of his never-ending oath.
But at this time he was awake, did he see, and would he remember it after seeing it. The only thing he could do was watch him dragged away, and there was a winding blood trail behind him.
This is Gongzi Chuan's fluorescent Gu. Seeing Cai Luo suspicious, she quickly explained: I haven't learned to control them yet, so I actually let it stick to my body and bring it here.
Cai Luo smiled when she heard this: Oh, it doesn't matter, Miss Mèi is here to get the antidote, wait
Evening, Mèi had no idea how he returned to Mèi Killing Hospital, and he didn't know how he was until dawn. He sat withered until he heard the wailing of February, and only remembered that he was holding the antidote in his hand.
After taking the antidote, I rested for half a day in February. When I came to see me, I frowned and said that I had suffered a lot of pain.
Master, I remembered something, and he whispered weakly: Feng Zhu came yesterday and said that he had a task. He should have done the ultimate kill, but the ultimate kill happened to be unwell, so he asked if anyone in the Tianshou was willing to replace him.
Turn around calmly: What is that task?
Assassination of Qin Yusang, he blamed Fang Ge. February replied: This mission is difficult, even the ultimate kill is shirkable, so don't take it.
I will still be fixed late, but every word is like iron
February immediately opened his mouth: But Qin Yusang is a martial arts fanatic, good at being a master of a hundred schools of thought, his martial arts skills are not inferior to Fang Ge, and he is a friend of life and death with Fang Ge. Master, please think clearly
I said I answered, remember, I don’t like to repeat the words I said again! I shouted loudly from the desk and washed them, and then smashed them to February.
The pen washes the left rib, and February grinned his teeth, and he dared not make a sound anymore, but when he lowered his head, his eyes were filled with resentment.
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