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"He left, he left …"
The red-faced Yama didn't expect Jin Wuhuan to still be concerned about this matter, and the mask he wore almost cracked.
He turned around and called for the leather-skinned brat to bring the photo album that Jin Wuhuan wanted. When the red-faced King of Hell handed it over, he even felt that it was a bit hot for his hands.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay