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The corner of Dong Youjie's mouth curved up in an inexplicable way. It looked extremely horrifying, giving Yan Xiaoxi a feeling of numbness. She could not help but have a bad premonition in her heart.

"I want him to trade the Golden Color Bead for you." He spoke word by word, like a demonic voice piercing Yan Xiaoxi's ears.

As expected, this was Dong Youjie's real goal