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... f the mobile phone did not have many functions, and it was more of a connection function.

When this connection is cut off, it becomes a big brick.

But isn't this Chu Yu's arrival at Wanlong Cave?

Immediately, they found out that the mobile phone was connected to the Internet. Before they were thrown out of the Dragon Tomb, they specially left a message for Xiao Qi.

Relying on the mobile phone, you can always get in touch.

With this premise, neither Chu Qiong no ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

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[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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