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... n I go?"

"Rich wealth, fortunately, players from the same camp." Celebrity Pavilion archer sighed. After that, he turned his head, "Let's not go, right? We changed the gear as soon as the copy was over."

Red received the news and did not hesitate to walk out of the training ground.

...

Lin Yu started the stall mode and looked around leisurely. On the ground, fifty pieces of equipment with the best attributes were scattered on the ground, and there were seventy or eigh ...

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