Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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She reluctantly said, "I don't have any bone broth. This beaten tea without bone broth isn't tasty.",He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly raised his eyes sharply towards the path leading to the cow shed, a cold glint of alert appearing in his eyes. "Someone's coming.",Seeing the red sash and villagers, everyone started whispering amongst themselves.。