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   As expected of the deputy director of WOC, he is a good man who can wink and stay at home.

  Fu Anan sat next to Fu Yizhi and finished talking, then poured out all the tokens in the space.

   Several people spent a long time, a total of 679 survival cards!

   "These days are finally not in vain."

  She looked at so many survival cards, and secretly planned to divide them into four points. Each of them took 169 coins and put all of them in her space for the time ...

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