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Fang Qi rubbed his head, he had a strange feeling, f * ck, could this be a porcelain vase?

To find him? Right arm search? What was it that had caught his eye? Was there a need for them to come here?

Fang Qi curled his lips. Even he himself didn't quite believe it.

This City Lord should have accidentally injured himself when he was battling against the City Lord of Redcliff City