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... >When it comes to this, Liu Pingsheng, who has always appeared to be light and windy, has changed his tone and is more unwilling.

"You can imagine my mood at the time."

"Hundreds of years of persistence, the former has been abandoned... and those who are not as good as me in the past, one by one is far better than me."

"At that time, I chose to leave the Zongmen."

"Later, I traveled outside and met two people. They are the people who went out from the constant stream ...

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