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... nything else." He continued.

   "Hehehe, where - where can I do it?" Aunt Wang laughed in cooperation.

   In fact, there were thousands of knives waving in his heart, and he was only about to chop the imaginary Qin Xiaoyao into slag.

   Qin Xiaoyao doesn't care what Aunt Wang thinks.

   Seeing that the matter has been resolved, move on.

   Passed by other people's fields and greeted everyone warmly.

  Although the villagers had a bad impression of Qin Xi ...

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