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... dding?”

“It’s not like I can outbid you!” Cheng Xiaojin rolled his eyes.

Meng Jingtian saw that everyone had given up and sent Mo Hongyi a trade request. A few moments later, the money and goods had changed hands.

Meng Jingtian proceeded to post the next item description.

“Wind-Sweeping Sleeve (Purple): A protective wrist bracelet Cool Breeze Camp Boss Ma Fangxing had woven from blue and white silk.

Stats: Defense + 100, Constitution + 2, Speed +

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