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... excellent 'Golden Finger.' Otherwise, I might have died instantly. Tom shivering.jpg."

Cai Yonglong (1): "What do you mean? What happened to you?"

Wang Ping (66): "It's not about what has happened, but about what will happen."

As soon as Wang Ping said this, the chat group blew up instantaneously.

Fang Yun (3): "Damn, don't tell me you drew a 'Golden Finger' and now have the ability to foresee the future, so jealous.jpg."

Liu Mei (15): "Based on what the n ...

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