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... ieve that ... the brain is really important ... the force value is important, the IQ is also important ... this can be reflected from Lao Chu." Yan Wushuang said.

Chu Xun looked at him, his eyes narrowed a little ... If the goods could not be said to be one or two or three, he would be guaranteed to kill him.

Yan Wushuang said: "Wisdom represents this strategy ... Look at Lao Chu, these three so-called Western deities are the best example ... wasn't Lao Chu killed by all means?"

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