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y her small hand, and a touch of warmth flowed into his heart. Jiang Po Lang smiled warmly."Dream… to… live well… live…"Lin Meng was shedding tears profusely. She didn't like the way he looked now, as...me apparent, even the fur seemed to be alive and breathing. There was also the sacredness and majesty of the white tiger as a divine beast that came rushing towards you, making you feel it deeply, an...