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As long as it is a bit of a brain, it is clear that Ma Dazhao and Lin Mumu do not deal with it. Looking at the appearance of Lin Mumu's clever and quiet, Bacheng was bullied by Ma Dazhao.
Some people want to speak, but Lin Mumu responded quickly and rushed to respond first:
"Do you really want to buy one for them? There are a lot of them, you may have to book. But you can rest assured that I have some friendship with the old roadmaster. I must buy him with the truth. I can't go wrong. You really want to buy, I am. Just give him a call and let him slowly get ready."
"Why don't you buy? A piece of broken yellow paper, how much can it cost?" Ma Dazhao looked disgusted.
"The ancient road is there, the ordinary peace is a few dollars."
"Cut." Ma Dazhao's face disdain: "I am still a baby."
"But this is the yellow paper to draw casually. It doesn't work. It's sold everywhere on the street. You definitely won't want it."
Most hated this half of the words, Lin Mumu is obviously deliberate, clearing the throat is in the opening:
"The kind you want to read the seven-seven-thirty-day blessing, the price is naturally more expensive, three thousand dollars a piece, this is the friendship price that the ancient road chief gave me, the average person can not buy money."
"Three thousand dollars? Why don't you grab it?!" Ma Dazhao's voice increased by eight decibels again.
Three thousand pieces, don't say that these dozens of hundreds of people, she is reluctant to buy her own.
Lin Mumu does not quarrel with her, Lin Mumu only in his own chat rhythm, continue to say:
"This thing is too expensive, and the amulet production cycle is too long. It is estimated that it will take several years to do so."
I can't really do the Lord, or Ma Dawei, you count, how many sheets are needed, first prepare the money, and go to Qingping to donate the incense.
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