Cang Lie nodded, and his tough facial features showed a hint of worry:

"Yes."

Ji Fanyin was quiet for a moment, put his little hand on his forehead, and sighed:

"Alas...... Unexpectedly, in my heart, I left a bad impression of being troublesome. What else did Dusty say? ”

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Chapter 0487 of "Deadly Sanskrit" Cunning Dust is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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