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... be repeated three times. I, Zhang Xuan, have always been a humble and low-key person.”

Looking at the lines he had just written with water on the table, Zhang Xuan touched his slightly swollen cheek and looked at the chestnut horse in the stable.

“It’s not that I couldn’t beat you, it’s that I like to keep a low profile. I just arrived here and don’t want to get into a dispute with a horse. It wouldn’t sound good if someone knows…”

Zhang Xuan felt much better after mutter ...

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