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Chapter 390 Little Skeleton, please turn on the microphone to communicate(2/2)

After winning the game inexplicably, Mo Fan and others gathered together again. Everyone's eyes first looked at Mo Fan, and then at Shen Ming, who looked like nothing happened.

"Did you do it?" Ai Jiangtu glanced at Mo Fan and asked tentatively.

Mo Fan quickly waved his hand and said: "I don't know, maybe they all have a bad stomach?"

It's not Mo Fan... Then if the scheming frog keeps touching your belly, it can only be Shen Ming!

"You don't have to look at me like that. Didn't I just say it in the beginning? The look in your eyes kills you!"

Shen Ming pointed to his eyes and said with a smile.



Amidst the commotion, the Chinese team ascended to the throne of champion. Although this battle was beyond everyone's expectations, the outcome of the battle was acceptable to most people.

Mo Fan and Shen Ming performed too dazzlingly in the treasure hunt competition. Even if the Egyptian team did not counterattack with all members, the chance of winning the game in the hearts of the public is very small.

Some people even speculated that maybe the Egyptian team was afraid of being beaten too badly by the Chinese team, so they deliberately pretended to be beaten back.

In response to this, the Egyptian team, apart from saying that I really didn't fix the match, was helpless.
Chapter completed!
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