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... ke the new and hate the old? ”Mo Fan sent two tears and blew.

"Needless to say, I won't agree." Ji Shi said lightly.

As soon as Mo Fan's body moved, he had to lean back, and release his back to escape.

In the face of Mo Fan's frowning expression, Shi Shi said ruthlessly, "Mo will do the same in the future."

"Why? Is it because I like Master?"

"Incompetence."

Mo Fan was silent.

"Now that you have rested, go to practice." Xi Shi glanced at the boy.< ...

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