“What’s wrong?” Qiuer looked worriedly at the vine.
Evelyn wrinkled his face and said a painful groan. “The stomach hurts. I probably ate something bad at night. Where is the huts?”
“Mao?” Qiuer’s little face is somewhat distorted.
Evelyn asked, “Where is it? Can’t stop.”
“No, there is one at the end.” Qiuer’s little hand pointed, the lights were covered, the northwest corner of the yard, after the tree shadow, there was a cabin ring.
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