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... ronze mirror with him in the future.

There is no mirror to give his general the confidence, it must be like this.

What needs to be understood to be liked, the number of times he has talked to women over the years can be counted, he knows how to like it! ?

Anyway, the old lady still wants to say goodbye to Jiang Fu, so in the future, he will directly look in the mirror for the general and let him see how ugly his own face is!

It's the fault of looking too little in the ...

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