This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian looked at Yi Mu sideways, "I'll go out for a while, can you lie down and rest?"

Yi Mu quivered her eyelashes slightly, loosened her hand slowly, and lay down quietly, "Okay."

Looking at Yi Mu today, Feng Aotian couldn't help but think of him once, maybe he hasn't changed before, he was so obedient, and he is still the same now.

She lowered her head with some pity, and dropped a light kiss on his forehead. Yi Mu couldn't react, and looked at her with wide eyes. Why would her approach make his heart beat faster?

He stared blankly at Feng Aotian getting up and holding Long Yin's figure away. He couldn't return to his senses for a long time. What did he lose?

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Long Yin, and saw that his expression had improved a lot, but when she thought of the scene of Shi Cai, a faint sadness flashed in her heart, she squeezed his hand and said, "In the future, you will just stay with him. By your side, you are not allowed to think or do anything brave."

"Okay." Long Yin turned his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of warmth.

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and the two of them walked forward. Then they saw that there was really no one in the spirit clan. They finally found the dining room. Fortunately, there were ingredients here. Feng Aotian remembered that he had cooked for Xing Wuyun. In the case of the porridge, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she turned her eyes to watch Long Yinzheng picking and cutting vegetables in an orderly manner.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Did you do it often before?"

Long Yin raised his eyes and just smiled faintly, and did not answer. Once, in order to make the most delicious food in the world, he deliberately studied for a long time, and finally finally learned it, but unfortunately, she never tasted it herself.

Feng Aotian looked at the faint sorrow in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and shook his hand, "I will wait to eat what you made today."

Long Yin raised his eyes and responded with a smile, "Okay."

Feng Aotian leaned against his arms and whispered, "Long Yin, how did you come here before?"

Long Yin allowed her to lean on, picking vegetables with his slender fingers, but his movements seemed to reveal warmth. The long silver hair was tied only with weigela, and the sun fell on him, glowing with soft light. He is not cold-blooded and ruthless, he is exhausted of affection, this affection is only for one person.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and watched his beautiful lower jaw bend in a graceful arc. She slowly approached, rubbing lightly with her nose, a little itchy, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "What a fool. "

The smile at the corner of Long Yin's mouth grew deeper, and he whispered, "Long Yin is only Wang Zun's fool."

Feng Aotian smiled happily, "Okay."

Long Yin picked up the vegetables, then got up, stood on one side, Feng Aotian put on the side band for him, holding him behind him, sucking in the cold and snowy breath from him, refreshing his heart.

Long Yin lowered his head. He thought about such a scene for two thousand years. Now that he has achieved his wish, he feels that it is becoming more unreal.

Feng Aotian slapped Long Yin and looked at his every movement, feeling very beautiful. She had never looked at him so seriously, as he was when he transformed into a human form on the first day. The beauty of the vicissitudes of life after a thousand sails.

After a long time, the simple meals were ready. Feng Aotian held the tray and slowly left the dining room with his hand. When the two returned to the house, Yi Mu was still asleep.

She raised her head and put a kiss on the corner of Long Yin's lips. For some reason, she felt that she had become more and more greedy for his gentleness. At this moment, she felt that such a feeling seemed to exist long ago.

Long Yin set the bowl and chopsticks, and then looked sideways at Yi Mu. He has already woken up. He looked at Feng Aotian, "Wang Zun, he is awake."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, turned around, and sat beside the bed with the porridge.

Yi Mu slowly got up and looked at Feng Aotian, "I thought you were gone."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile, "I won't go."

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded and watched her carrying the porridge, a scent of fragrance came to his nose, and the corners of his mouth squeezed slightly, "Really hungry."

Feng Aotian picked up the spoon, scooped the porridge, blew it gently, and then fed him. Yi Mu watched her slightly, "This scene is so familiar."

"Naturally familiar, I have fed you like this before." Feng Aotian put the porridge to his mouth and said.

"Oh." Yi Mu nodded slightly, then opened his mouth to drink the porridge.

The two stopped talking, Feng Aotian's mouth was filled with a faint smile from beginning to end, feeding the porridge carefully, while Yi Mu stared at her, seeming to recall something.

Long Yin sat quietly, waiting for her, looking down at the table of food, his heart was warm, this is the first time he personally cooked for her, for two thousand years, she can finally taste his craft.

He pressed his hand on his own heart, and he could still feel that there was no stopping, his smile was like a crystal in the snow, it was very dazzling.

Feng Aotian looked at Yi Mu, "Lie down and rest."

"Yeah." Yi Mu can't think much now, he just feels at ease with her by his side.

He lay back on his own, but the light still fell on Feng Aotian's body, unable to take it back.

Feng Aotian got up and saw Long Yin's low head smile, which was very bright and moving. Her mood seemed to warm up. She stepped forward, put the bowl on one side, and sat beside him. Holding the chopsticks, picking up the dishes and tasting, there was an inexplicable pain in her heart. She frowned and raised her eyes to look at him.

Long Yin looked at her expectantly, but saw her phoenix eyes cold, and quickly became nervous, "The food is not to my appetite?"

Looking at him, Feng Aotian felt even more curious. She condensed her mind and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "It's delicious."

When Long Yin saw her face a little dark, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the vegetables in her bowl, "If it is delicious, Long Yin will cook it for Wang Zun in the future."

"Okay." A familiar picture emerged in Feng Aotian's mind. It was a very unique cave. She was dressed in a white dress like snow, dressed as a woman, sitting on the stone bench, looking at the stone table. The cold food, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she used the food alone, the taste of the food was exactly the same as here.

This picture was clearer than the previous one. She couldn't help but clutched her heart, feeling that this place was empty and couldn't be filled. She raised her eyes to look at Long Yin, but said nothing.

Looking at Feng Aotian's expression, Long Yin couldn't help asking, "Wang Zun, what's wrong?"

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, ate the food quietly, and put the vegetables in his bowl, "You also eat more."

"Okay." Long Yin could see Feng Aotian's unusualness, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that he said something wrong or did something wrong and made her unhappy. He didn't like looking at her frowning. Unexpected appearance.

Feng Aotian didn't know how to use the food, but felt that the meal was heavy, mixed with bitterness and sweetness. She raised her eyes and watched Long Yin picking up the dishes. She slowly got up and saw Yi Mu. Did not rest, but kept looking at her.

She gathered her mind and walked to the bed, holding his hand, "Why don't you have a good rest?"

"It's cold." Yi Mu whispered.

Feng Aotian got on the bed, took him into her arms, and hugged him gently. How long has she not held him like this? It has been a long time since that day. She couldn't help thinking of the three words Yi Mu had said when she left. She lowered her head and pressed her chin against his forehead, "It won't be cold anymore."

"Yeah." Yi Mu replied gently, just thinking that she was really warm by staying by her side like this.

Since he woke up, he felt as if he had lost his soul without any emotions. The whole person was empty. Except for dealing with affairs in the Spirit Race every day, he was just in a daze at other times.

Long Yin walked forward holding the tray alone, suddenly a black shadow fell and stood in front of him solemnly.

Long Yin raised his eyes to look at the black shadow in front of him, but his brows were slightly raised, and he said lightly, "So you didn't leave."

"Your life is really hard." The shadow said solemnly, his eyes bursting into coldness.

"Compared to you, it is indeed harder." Long Yin's brows were indifferent, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the dark shadow in front of him, "Gong Yi Min, if you hurt the people around her so much, aren't you afraid that she hates you? ?"

"What about hate?" Gong Yimin said coldly, "Even if it is hate, I feel willing, at least she has me in her heart."

Long Yin chuckled, "After two thousand years, you still haven't changed at all."

"Are you not?" Gong Yimin raised his eyes and looked at him, "This time, I won't lose to you again. She is mine. Even if it is gone, she will be with me."

Long Yin chuckled, "With me, I won't let you move her."

"Then it depends on your ability." Gong Yimin sneered, "I'm waiting for you to get back to the original shape."

Long Yin was told of pain, his eyes flashed sadly, "That's enough to deal with you."

Gong Yimin raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian had walked out. After seeing him, a gloom flashed in his eyes, and his heart moved slightly. He hadn't seen her for a long time, and he learned about her every day. The news was not in the arms of this man or in the arms of that man. His heart was like being Ling Chi, already broken into minced meat.

But even so, he would still be beating because of her, entangled for so many years, why does God want to treat him like this?

Long Yin looked at Feng Aotian sideways and saw her stepping forward. He just stood still quietly until she walked to his side, embracing her domineeringly in his arms, and tightly protecting him. There was warmth in my heart.

"Gongyimin, when will you continue to do this?" Feng Aotian shouted in a deep voice.

"Until you come back to me." Gong Yimin looked at her unsatisfactorily, and saw that she was holding Long Yin in his arms in front of him. At that moment, he wanted to hide Long Yin. The urge to crush, but he still endured it, he didn't want her to see her embarrassed side.

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "This is the last time. If you dare to move my person, even if it is from the sky to the earth, I will get back from you thousands of times."

Gong Yimin laughed while listening to her, "Okay, I'm waiting for you to collect the debt."

Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Feng Aotian moved her heart slightly. She had never seen such a Gongyi Min. He had hatred, but more of love.

She wanted to ask him, why on earth is this? Why did they get to this point? Isn't the entanglement in the previous life still counted? Why did you come to entangle again?

Long Yin saw that Feng Aotian was looking at Gong Yimin, his mind moved, and he leaned in fear in her arms. He suddenly felt that she was leaving him.

Feng Aotian turned her eyes to look at the timidity in Long Yin's eyes. She condensed her mind and raised her eyes to look at Gong Yimin, "How do you do it yourself."

Gong Yimin’s laughter stopped abruptly, and suddenly he stepped forward and pulled her into her arms, hugging her tightly, “Can’t you stay by my side?”

Feng Aotian wanted to break away, but was tightly imprisoned by him. She just let him remain motionless and said coldly, "Don't forget how I died in the first place, don't forget, I How I stayed by your side well in the first place, if you miss it, you will never be able to look back."

Gong Yimin paused slightly, and slowly loosened the arms holding her, and looked down at her, "I don't believe it. Even if I miss it, I will pull you back tightly."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you pulled me back so persistently at the beginning, maybe it won't be the result now, you and I can't be together after all."

Gong Yimin pressed her lips tightly, her heart numb with pain, but he still didn't want to let go. If he lost her, what is the meaning of his life? So even if he goes to **** in reincarnation, he will take her with him. He must not lose her.

Feng Aotian took a step back and took Long Yin's hand over his side, "Gong Yi Min, the obsession is too deep, hurting others and hurting himself."

Gong Yimin's upright body shook and stood there for a long time. He felt the soreness in the corners of his eyes. He turned to look at the figure she had left. He clutched his hot heart and remembered those days when they stayed together. At the time, gritted his teeth, even if the injury was so complete, he would leave her by his side.

Long Yin walked forward quietly following Feng Aotian, looking at her figure, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew that this time, for any reason, Gong Yimin would never take him from his hands again. She snatched it.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin with a light smile, "What are you laughing at?"

"Long Yin is happy." Long Yin rolled up his sleeves and brushed his bowl.

Feng Aotian stood beside him, rolled up his sleeves, picked up one side of the dishes he cleaned, and washed them, "What are you happy about?"

"Just happy." Long Yin responded with a smile.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Silly."

Long Yin smiled and looked at Feng Aotian sideways, "If we can live like this with Wang Zun in the future, it would be really beautiful."

"If you like this, I will accompany you like this." Feng Aotian said while looking at him with a smile.

"Good." Long Yin responded with a smile.

After Feng Aotian finished speaking, it suddenly appeared in her mind that she had said something like this before. Her eyes sank and she didn't want to think about it, but her heart trembled. What is going on? ?

It was late at night, and Feng Aotian walked into the house, and saw that Yi Mushi had fallen asleep and hadn't woken up yet. She looked at Long Yin with her eyes sideways, "This spiritual tribe should be alive."

"Yeah." Long Yin nodded, "His talented expression seems to have performed spiritual skills at the last moment."

"Then wait for him to heal from his injuries before leaving." Feng Aotian looked at Yi Mu sideways, and couldn't bear to be alone.

Long Yin nodded and replied, "What Wang Zun said, Long Yin did what he did."

Feng Aotian smiled and said, "It's really more and more cute."

Long Yin leaned against Feng Aotian's arms with a happy smile on his mouth. He said softly, "As long as Wang Zun likes it."

Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly, "As long as it is you, I like it."

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Long Yin was taken aback and looked up at her, "Wang Zun really likes it?"

"Naturally." Feng Aotian nodded, slowly approached him, kissing his lips.

Long Yin tremblingly catered to her. At this moment, he felt that he was not dreaming. He really entered her heart, but he didn't know that he had entered her heart long, long ago.

The next day, when Yi Mu woke up, he saw Feng Aotian lying next to him. For some reason, his heart was overflowing with warmth. He sat halfway down, staring at her quietly.

Feng Aotian didn't open his eyes, but whispered, "When do you want to see?"

Yi Mu paused slightly, blushing, he quickly retracted his gaze, and said softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Fortunately." Feng Aotian got up and saw that Long Yin was no longer by his side.

The corner of Yi Mu's mouth raised slightly, looking at Feng Aotian, "Did I forget a lot of things?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "However, you will remember later."

Yi Mu nodded, then sighed, "I think it's very strange here, but it's very familiar."

"That's because there are two people living in your body." Feng Aotian whispered.

Yi Mu raised his eyes to look at her, startled, "Two people?"

Feng Aotian smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, take your time. By the way, are your people still alive now?"

"I sealed them all up, but it's a pity that I'm too badly hurt to lift the seal." Yi Mu remembered the situation that day, "That person is exuding demon, and he is definitely not kind, but I don't know why he treats spirit Clan start?"

Feng Aotian pursed her red lips slightly, "Because you are my person."

"Just because of this?" Yi Mu paused, and when he looked at Feng Aotian, "you should be very happy."

"How can you see it?" Feng Aotian raised his hand, holding his hand in his palm, and letting him lean in his arms.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at her, "That's how I feel."

Feng Aotian knew that Yi Mu had her in his consciousness, but the unity of soul and soul made him forget the previous dust. Now, he has not completely integrated the soul together, so this is the case, but Gong Yimin is in At this moment, I came here to inflict a serious injury on him. I was afraid that it would take a long time to restore the memory, but she would wait no matter how long.

Long Yin walked in with the breakfast, and saw Feng Aotian and Yi Mu cuddling together. He didn't feel jealous or jealous. Instead, he smiled and put the breakfast aside, then stood up. Beside Feng Aotian, "Wang Zun, wash first, and then eat breakfast, Hot Water Dragon Yin is ready."

"Good." Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at Yi Mu, "May I get out of bed today?"

"Yeah." Yi Mu rested for a night, recovered a lot of spiritual power, got off the bed with Feng Aotian, and walked slowly to the copper basin.

Feng Aotian looked up at Yi Mu and Long Yin. Both were dressed in pale pink clothes, but they had different temperaments. One was as clean as a plum and the other was as clear as snow.

After the three of them had eaten breakfast, Feng Aotian healed Yi Mu Yungong, while Long Yin wanted to help but was blocked by Feng Aotian, so he had to stay aside and watch.

In this way, after half a month, Yi Mu's body has slowly recovered, and there is no major problem. He walked out of the house and looked at the entire Spirit Race empty and full of clouds. A faint smile was raised at the corner of his mouth. When he walked into the hall, he saw that the blood in front of him had dried up. He walked slowly to the lotus seat, then sat cross-legged with spiritual energy in his palms, and saw a white light enveloped in the hall, and then all the clouds spread out and he lay on the ground. The blood stains on the body of the moving Spirit Race people are slowly dissipating.

Feng Aotian and Long Yin stood on one side, looking at the people he was saving from the Spirit Race, a touch of relief flashed in her eyes. Yi Mu was still the same Yi Mu before, and had not changed.

Two hours later, Yi Mu regained his spiritual power, and his body was very weak. He raised his eyes to see that the people of the spiritual race on the ground had gradually awakened. When he saw Yi Mu, he knelt on the ground and called in unison, " Thank you clan master."

"Go away and rest." Yi Mu said lightly.

The clansmen all stepped back, and when they raised their eyes to look at Feng Aotian, they just raised their eyelids, because they smelled the breath of Yi Mu on Feng Aotian's body, so they stopped asking more questions, and just retreated quietly. Get out.

Feng Aotian stepped forward quickly, helped him up from the lotus seat, leaned him in his arms, and looked down at him, "The body that has just been raised, I am afraid that it will take more days to support him."

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Then can you stay for a few more days?"

"You are fine now, and I can't stay long. There are still many things waiting for me to do." Feng Aotian said in a low voice without hesitation.

Yi Mu understood that she couldn't stay with him forever, but he couldn't go out now, but he felt uncomfortable when he thought of her leaving. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "I understand."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, hugging him, "I will come back to see you after everything is in order."

"Then can I go to you?" Yi Mu asked carefully.

"Naturally." Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows slightly and said in a low voice, "You can't bear me?"

Yi Mu's face turned red, and he responded softly, "I feel so cold without you by my side."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and said with a smile, "Well, wait for you to get better, then come to me?"

"Okay." Yi Mu replied quietly, leaning against her arms.

Feng Aotian took Yi Mu back to the house, accompanied him all day, and left the spirit race the next day.

Yi Mu watched her leave, looking a little stunned, he really couldn't bear to leave her.

Feng Aotian and Long Yin rushed overnight and returned to Caiguo in five days. Now, nearly a month has passed, and the territory of Caiguo has been shortened by more than half. Feng Qianning and Fu Han are attacking the city at a speed. Has exceeded the expectations of Caiguo courtiers.

Today’s Caiguo is in panic, and Gu Yefeng still claims that the disease does not see anyone, and the prime ministers still hold their own opinions. Obviously, now that the critical juncture is reached, they still care about their own interests, and have not used Cai Cai at all. The safety of the country is at heart.

This is what Gu Yefeng wants to see. Since they want him to be a puppet emperor, then he should be in front of him. He wants to see what they can do.

Wei Zimo always waited for her in the restaurant. After seeing her back, his hanging heart was also let go.

Long Yin went to Furong Pavilion with a sense of interest, while Feng Aotian went to the attic of the restaurant.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes to look at her appearance like a dusty servant, then got up, took off her clothes, "I don't want to take a shower, there is dust all over her body."

Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, letting him take off her robe, she leaned against his arms, wrapped around his waist, "a little thinner."

Wei Zimo looked down at her, "Fortunately, well-proportioned."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "You accompany me to bathe."

"Alright." Wei Zimo responded with a smile, then hugged her horizontally and entered the screen.

The clothes faded, Feng Aotian lay in the bathtub and closed his eyes to rest, while Wei Zimo rolled up his sleeves and gently kneaded her shoulders.

Feng Aotian let out a comfortable cry, "The strength is just right."

"You think it's good." Wei Zimo leaned forward and dropped dense kisses on her smooth back.

Feng Aotian raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Something else."

Wei Zimo took her into his arms and said, "Okay."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, thinking about when he could talk so well, he couldn't help turning around, lying in the tub, looking up at him, "I haven't seen you for a few days, your temper has changed a lot."

"I'm still the same me." Wei Zimo lighted her pretty nose and responded softly.

Feng Aotian smiled, "Master likes your well-behaved and sensible appearance."

"Don't like the previous one?" Wei Zimo looked at her faintly with cold eyes.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised, "Naturally I like them all."

"Humph." Wei Zimo snorted coldly, obviously not believing, but he didn't delve into it, just caressing her Qingsi, "These days are hard."

Feng Aotian shook his head, "It's not hard to have you by my side."

Wei Zimo pinched her nose, "You really are my enemy."

Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed, "It's not that enemies don't meet their heads."

Wei Zimo lifted her out of the tub, sniffed the fragrance on her body lightly, held back his thoughts, stepped out of the screen.

The night is quiet, it hasn't snowed for a few days, the charcoal fire is burning in the attic, and the two are cuddling each other, just feeling each other's temperature without saying a word.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Master, stay with you for a few days."

"What then?" Wei Zimo raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "stay with me for a few days, and then go find a new love?"

"Where is the new love?" Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, knowing that his jealousy was coming up again, and he said with a smile, "It's just to meet the old love."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Go, go, you know you can't be free for a moment."

Feng Aotian leaned against his arms, rubbed his chin, stared at his beautiful face, with a slight anger, but she felt extremely beautiful, she slowly nudged forward and kissed him Lip, "Master knows you are distressed."

Wei Zimo rolled over and pressed her under him, lowered his head and rubbed her face, "What do you think I do with you?"

Feng Aotian wrapped his hands around his beautiful neck, "Do whatever you want, I will definitely accompany him."

"I can't bear to be too cruel to you." Wei Zimo sighed helplessly, but just hugged her gently, "rest well, your body is important, you don't cherish your own body, but I love it tightly."

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and felt that Wei Zimo, who was thinking of her in this way, was really beautiful. He would occasionally be willful and jealous. However, in addition to playing tricks on her, he cared about her things very much. He doesn’t care about everything. He doesn’t care how others think of him or how noble and glamorous his cleanliness looks to others. However, in front of her, he has let go of himself and just wants to treat him wholeheartedly. She is good.

The night was calm but very warm. Feng Aotian slept three poles of the sun before waking up quietly. Wei Zimo just stood by her side and looked at her idiotically.

Feng Aotian rubbed his arms, "Is the master so pretty?"

"You will never tire of it." Wei Zimo took her into his arms, "but are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, got up from his arms, and the two got off the bed.

Since Feng Aotian went to the Spirit Race, and then returned, it took only a month to go back and forth, but the outside situation had already changed.

Leng Qianye is still at a stalemate with the Panthers. The Panthers are very cunning, always catching them off guard in the dark. Fortunately, Leng Qianye has taken precautions, but it has also damaged a lot of people.

There is no need to say Mu Hanyao here. The fox is very cunning. His main attack several times is still unsuccessful. These days, seeing the snow at the border become heavier and heavier, he can only temporarily cease the war, but Lan The fox didn't give him any chance to breathe. He would come to feint once a day, and his morale would be greatly reduced.

Listening to the report from the soul, Feng Aotian raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then said, "It's okay, let them ask for more, but in the future, they will naturally want to get it back twice."

"Master, Ajiu's place..." The soul continued to report.

"What happened?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking.

"The Tiger has already breached the city gate last night, and Ah Jiu has retreated to the next city with his crew." The soul whispered.

"It's okay, the tiger going down the mountain is naturally unstoppable." Feng Aotian replied indifferently. "Everything goes according to the original plan. Let Ah Jiu continue to defend the city."

"Yes." The soul replied in a low voice.

"The place in the capital..." Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Everything in the capital is now well, although Xing Xiang has some actions secretly, but it's not big, everything is under control, but..." The soul can't help but hesitate.

"Just what?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at the soul, and said in a deep voice.

"His concubine Mu..." the soul whispered.

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