At noon, the air was slightly warm.
Behind the cold peak valley, beneath the cliff.
Wuyou, Xiaobai, and Xu Qingzhou were squatting on the ground, staring ahead, sometimes wrinkling their noses, sometimes furrowing their brows, sometimes narrowing their eyes.
Wuyou: "Master, its fingertips are so long, they look very hard."
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