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"Watermelon …"

At this moment, all the soldiers were rubbing their fists and wiping their hands outside of Pingyao city. Only Gao Jie's thoughts were complicated and hard to describe. Only his good brother Liu Liangzuo understood the change in his thoughts.

Two years ago, in the late autumn, he, Gao Jie, was still a semi-freelance merchant disciple that worked for Fann Family