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... national celebration banquet for Xiaoluo to commend Xiaoluo's contribution. It's not very good, after all, it is the heart of the Lion King, but if you go there, you are afraid that those males will stare at him.

"Of course I go, how can I not go." The Lion King held this banquet for her, and it was already enough respect for her. Face, how to make the Lion King have a decent face.

 …

In a few days.

"Xiaoluo, do you want to prepare for the banquet?" Jiu Ming asked.

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