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Take down the statue of Chi Yan Shenjun from the altar, wrap it in white cloth, and put it in a gray bag. Then, pack some new clothes, necessary talismans, talisman brushes, carving knives, cinnabar, and magic-subduing stone seals.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.,In Zhao Fuyun's understanding, Xu YaJun was a self-assured and arrogant person. If someone else performed, she would never be content to play second fiddle.。