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Each gold coin has the word ‘Qin’ printed on its head, and two crossed weapons were printed on its tail.


One looked like a long sword used by a king, and the other was a halberd used by soldiers.


Zhou Ye didn’t understand the deep meaning of this.


But he was a little envious.


It’s nice to have money.


“Little Spiritual Weed, come with me.” Old Lu lowered his head and said to Zhou Ye, who was already stunned on the spot.

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