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... more withdrew, and now there are four teams left, come on."

The host's voice suddenly sounded.

Mi Xiao's thoughts were pulled back, she looked around, and the two teams behind them had just given up.

Her curled lips were bent, and she looked at Su Yan again, her small face full of vigor and fighting spirit.

Su Yan smiled and let the sweat drip.

Continue until the host announces their victory.

Under the reporter's non-stop flash, Mi Xiao took their loot ...

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