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The farmer, leaning on his hoe, let out a couple of snorts and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, tilting his head.,But seeing the little dog bouncing happily towards its owner, he still let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.,And he knew all too well, for a monster hunter who had no emotions left in his life, with only money and physical needs remaining.。