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... said: "Okay, if I win, then third brother, you will obey me in the future. If you win, the same is true. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

   Murong Kuan said: "That's it, what should we do now?"

   Murong thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Yes, we will do this...then that, finally..."

   Murong Kuan said: "Doing this, if she finds out in the future, will it affect our relationship?"

Murong said: "It's okay, even if she finds out later, as long as she real ...

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