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As the lid was about to be lifted, a matchmaker from town came and proposed a marriage for eight ounces of silver.,"No wonder! Look at the dark mass between your brows, it's clear you have a bad omen. It's simply an insult to our reputation as carp.",Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.。

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