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... to his hut, Mo Qian gritted his teeth in frustration. However, he was inside the safety zone of the Imperial City!
"Little You, what do we do?" Mo Qian shifted his gaze to Little You.
At this moment, Little You was forcefully rubbing her palm with a handkerchief, her displeasure evident. She complained, "Mo, you brute! You got us into this mess with just one sentence!"
"Also, it’s useless to complain. All these NPCs are controlled by the main brain. Perhaps someone else m ...
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