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... The handsome young man gazed at the majestic city, then turned his head to look at Zhu Xiaoming, who wore a troubled expression.
He smiled along with the withered woman lying on his back, and then asked:
"My Vajra Guardian, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Xiaoming touched his large, shiny bald head:
"Buddha Son, I’m thinking about Old Zhang, is he still alive?"
"Zhang Fusheng?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The Buddha Son’s expression became sl ...
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