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Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,At this moment, Ou Yangrong stood under the moonlight, struggling. The delicate girl's slender eyes peeked out from between her arms, silently watching him.,On the tenth throw, the lotus-shaped golden lamp at the mouth of the hole was no longer pulled back by him. The steady resistance travelled from the straight rope to Ouyang Rong's calloused tiger's mouth.。