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... werful strength and pointed to the questioning of Fu Yao’s loud voice.

"He is in my storage bracelet. If you want to reunite with your brother, don't resist the strength of my storage bracelet." Fu Yao said to Princess Xinxin in the lukewarm tone.

"Yep!"

After hearing the words of Fu Yao, Princess Xin Xin suddenly realized that she almost forgot to lose resistance when she was in a coma, so the storage bracelet can be collected at will.

Of course, if the faint person ...

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