“So God Jin can make him smile at me?”
Mo Ying saw Lianyang’s smile and seemed to have found his goal suddenly, and his expression suddenly became excited.
God’s gold is rare, but it is there after all, not to mention that it is better to have a goal than no goal.
“Daoist, thank you very much. I don’t know the name of the surname of the Taoist friend. What is the name?”
Lianyang stood up and bowed to Finn.
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