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Wen Yuan held him in one hand and a wooden sword in the other, wearing the grass butterfly on his head, 'Brother Xian, would Brother Rich ever come here again?'
Wei WuXian bursted, 'Who’s Brother Rich?'
Wen Yuan answered seriously, 'The rich brother is Brother Rich.'
Wei WuXian, 'Then what about me?'
As expected, Wen Yuan answered, 'You are Brother Xian. Brother Poor.
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