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Zhu Fu Jingguang pressed his forehead and felt a little headache: "Well... it's a little messy, give my brother a little time, and my brother will sort out the amount of information."

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a long time, and then said heavily: "Why does Akai have an extra child after stunning Zero?"

Zhu Fukongliang: Brother's focus is always so strange.

【two】

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart seems to be very big, and he only cares about two things about the myste ...

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