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... frowned, but seeing Jiraiya’s confused expression, it became clear that he didn’t know anymore. He sighed helplessly, and said, "Just came into the mirror?"

"Yes, I just came from outside." Jiraiya also said with a self-confident smile, "Im Toad immortal, Sannin Jiraiya."

"Is it Jiraiya?" The traffic police nodded and wrote a note in the notebook, only to see that it said...

Jilaiya, driving without a license, running a red light, did not apply for a pass...

"Sin ...

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