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... onfusion, the milk voice asked: \"

who are you? ”

Rongqi: "..."

Concealed: "..."

His medicine will make people feel amnesia?

What kind of medicine caused the Congressional Master to lose memory?

Still other reasons will be lost memory?

Rongqi asked: "You don't remember who I am?"

The Congressional Master nodded.

Rongqi anxiously said: "I am a glory flag, do you remember?"

Congressman shakes his head 0

"How could this be ...

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