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On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,As Hu Yang walked toward the poplar trees, the middle-aged man in the driver's seat strode forward and stood behind him, scrutinizing Hu Yang with caution.,"When you come to my house, who do you ask me to be"。

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