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... angfu!" Jing Hao said that he was going to change clothes.

"You are still banned, how can I go? I am going." Mu Hanzhang took him, and the four emperors will be going to expedite tomorrow. At this time, Jing Hao ran out of the government regardless of the emperor's life, and may have heard something unpleasant. .

Jing Hao was silent for a moment, slowly tightening his fist, how he forgot about it. When he was still fighting outside, he did not hear that Aung-Sung’s brother had a fo ...

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