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... face with the other party, he must always be on guard against the other party's attack on him.

Seeing that Li Huowang was about to get out of the RV, Qian Fu suddenly became anxious, "Li Huowang! You don't believe me, it's fine! You can ask other people! They all know what Qingwang did! They all know! Just don't tell you!"

Li Huowang, who was holding the car door, turned his head and looked at him, "Then answer me a question, since they all know, why do they still follow Qingwang? ...

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