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... >The master of the stone cut, poured a scoop of water and poured it up, and suddenly the green was more obvious.

The leaf feather looked at it, and the dark road was a pity.

At the same time, I glanced at the stone in front of the forest, and I went down with a knife. I didn’t even have a hair, and I shook my head.

Lin Hai was not in a hurry, staring at the stone in front of him.

"Master, continue to cut."

"This brother, I am out 100,000, buy your stone, how?"< ...

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