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... Dewitt’s shirts and accidentally burst the sleeve open at the seams.


Faced with the ripped sleeves, Wen Jin’s old face was somewhat blank. He pushed the pile of clothes aside resolutely and did not want to see them in front of his face. However, he did not like those tight clothes, which were not as comfortable as his previous robes. The cloth was all close to his body and there was no sense of elegance. But because he saw the wrong time, there was only half an hour left before the pa ...

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