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... has been exposed, you have lost can not lose, you actually said that I lost, laughing dead."

"I am too lazy to say it." Zhao Ergou said, "I have given you a chance, but you have to let me die, and I have no way."

Said, Zhao Ergou went a few steps forward and came to Zhao Laifu’s face and said, “My second uncle trusts you so much. This time, he didn’t tell you everything, so you turned him back. ""

"You...what do you say," Zhao Laifu looked at Zhao Tiezhu wrongly. "You...what ...

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“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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