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... es, who's the messenger!" "It's a grandfather. He asked me to see him.

"Building Road.

Su Rong's face relaxed. Ji Anguo, the grandfather of the building, is the biggest backstage of the building. If Ji Anguo was seriously injured in the previous battle and left the sequelae, how could the princess jump like this? Although the old general was injured, Jaeger-LeCoultre was still there. If not, Lord Princess could jump higher.

The building frowned, thinking secretly: Grandpa ca ...

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