Before Lao Li's words fell, the crab in Ding Cong's hand suddenly danced desperately a few times, no matter how you look at it, it is a sign of disagreement.

Ding Cong smiled and asked, "Since you don't want to be roasted, do you agree to my proposal?"

The crab stopped dancing with its pincers and blew in its mouth...

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