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Fu Zhou returned after half an hour. He didn't wait for Su Minglin to speak to him and directly handed the backpack in his hands to Cheng Xirong. He gasped and said, "Look."

Cheng Xirong was still immersed in the rumor of his "son". He didn't know what to do with this brain. He lowered his head and saw that it was the one he had been carrying around for the past few days