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... y. His expression did not change. He deliberately slowed down the car and reminded,” Qinglin, we met the people from the Wei Residence.”
Zhang Ronghua, who was cultivating, opened his eyes. He lifted the curtain and looked at the guard. He met the guard’s gaze. He forced himself to be calm. Although he was pretending, his thoughts were still shown on his face. He was puzzled. What was he worried about? He looked at the carriage again. It was covered by a spiritual talisman and was only a ...
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