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... es froze, where is this a busy street?

   This is clearly a slum!

  Since ancient times, Kyoto has been divided by the power in the east and the noble in the west, and the low in the south and the north. Just like Jiang Jiuhe and Zhou Zhongming live in the east-west direction, the south is mostly slums, while the north is more ordinary people.

  The appearance here is clearly a slum in the south, so why did Bai Yinger send her here?

   "My aunt, I don't know what the ...

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