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... eel excited after seeing it. As the exposed dog's head gold became larger and larger, everyone became more and more cautious, so as not to accidentally knock it off a little bit and affect the integrity.

   "Xiao Mo, take me instead."

Standing in the pit, Li Mo raised his head and said, "You have more important things to do. Everything here will be blocked for the time being, and you can arrange it immediately. Secondly, we need to call in geological experts to carry out detailed e ...

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