The Fake Young Master Seeks Death in Various Ways, but the Real Young Master Slaps Him in the Face with Mystical Skills
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After staying in Taoist Temple for eighteen years, my wealthy parents finally remembered me. Take me back. On the first day after returning home, the fake young master cried as if his parents were dead and said he had been sorry for me all these years. The cheap eldest sister also accused me, saying that he should not have brought me back and made his good brother so sad. The rich parents looked even more disgusted, "As expected, he was raised in the countryside, so rustic." "How can we take him out to meet people?" At this moment, the demon-suppressing device in my arms made a loud noise. I looked at the faces of a few people and thought to myself, "Evil ghosts are haunting me, and the whole house is shrouded in great resentment." "We must suppress it, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster tomorrow." The wealthy parents were startled, "How to suppress it?" I took out the talisman given by the master, "No 2999, no 1999, just 999." "Young old man is innocent, do you want one?"
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