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... loating Thruster Blueprint +1]

[The fusion ends. 】

"Good guy!"

Li Zheng looked at the three props obtained during the fusion process, his eyes were glowing, "One platinum and two gold, this B...a bit rich?"

Immediately, he was a little puzzled. If these high-grade items were obtained by Lin Fan by killing players, how did he do it with his strength?

Mingming couldn't even take a shot from himself, he was as weak as scum.

"Huh? What is this?"

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