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Chapter two hundred and fifty-fifth dead Taoist friends do not die poor road(2/2)

"I'm not a dead Taoist, but I'm a poor Taoist. What did you do yesterday?"
"I'm on duty in the palace, but my mother's place is here!"
Song Yu rolled his eyes at his son angrily: "That's what your mother taught you."
"ah?"
"Don't make such a fuss. Your third brother didn't give you anything when he came to Beijing. I, as an uncle, am very ashamed. I sent you ten or eight bottles of the beating powder you used for practicing. This is the wish of the elders."
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