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... out a hand, pointing at the lifelike Yuan Bao, "You! You! You..."
"Me? What’s wrong with me?" Yuan Bao pointed at himself, bewildered.
Zhou Zongbao’s gaze drifted downward, his eyes bulging, "Your... stomach?"
Yuan Bao looked down as well, then glared angrily, "How many times have I said it, that’s my waist! It’s my waist!"
"Then... your waist?"
Zhou Zongbao was even more perplexed. Just a moment ago, he had risked his life to stop Mother Tigress from lash ...
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