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| Damn! The curse of the wind and a low voice, said is not a small fire so that you do, how had been burned? The big brother, we put a small fire, but ... ... while a young man wiping the sweat on his forehead looked back side, and then whispered may be too much of the relationship between the wind to you! Wind, of course, on the one hand, but the film is the antique city building, housing within the loft are wood, paint surface, dip in the light of the fire, together with the wind not a small, although only a small fire between the twinkling of an eyebecome. No choice but to face any wind and the fire looked at the growing film City, asked how to do now? Pharynx of a young man I, bow carefully watched him, said softly I do not ... ... do not know. Stupid! Any Changfeng Road rage to report to the police ah! Also to stand here doing phone calls to the runescape accounts Fire Department to enable them to fire! Ah? Ah! Whispered the young man was, and called them what happened, just released after the fire, and now, it called to the fire fighting ... ... Wind and take any of this fire that almost burned the city to film a second static worked. Thanks to the fire brigade come fast enough, even if the fire under control. But this time, without any wind and have already run a trace. Purple side in accordance with that a bit difficult to breathe, andtogether, as if there is an invisible pressure head in mind, lingering, especially when he is the enemy of their own, this feeling becomes even more evident. She felt no longer stay in the room in a second, she will completely mad. | ||
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