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... on’t have so much stuff that a ring can’t fit."
Liu Zheng shrugged and said.
"You brat, pretending to be poor in front of me."
The Pond Master sneered.
Just as he was about to explain that’s not his intention, the Pond Master spoke again.
"Salmon, give him that item."
"Alright, meow."
San Huamao pulled out a rusty iron needle from its waist pouch.
"What does this mean?"
Liu Zheng was puzzled.
"I don’t believe in deep ...
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