"Really?" Yue Ya'er's eyes suddenly shone. This time, it was so exciting. Not only could she send away the god of plague, but she could also earn a big red envelope. I made a profit. I really made a lot of money this time.
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"When did my Qingmei's words not count?" Hiss, Qingmei wiped her saliva, her soul was taken away by the man outside.
