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Xu Xiaoshou's expression suddenly became profound and unfathomable as he slightly recalled, translating his native language into Shengshen Continent language in advance, adhering to the principle of speaking less to avoid mistakes, and nodded slightly, saying:
"Remembering or not does not matter."
"What matters is, are you sure, you have come prepared?"
The Demon Ancestor's pupils suddenly enlarged, as if he had heard some unbelievable language, instinctively took a step back.
An old acting genius!
This is truly an old acting genius!
Xu Xiaoshou was startled by his reaction, never expecting such an interesting thing to happen at the end of life, so let's continue to play.
After scanning left and right, then noticing that the remote control and pillow, the two Divine Instruments, were gone, he looked closely, and the spotted mosquito was still perched on the knee blanket, motionless, as if it was one of the predetermined actors.
