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... eventh day of the New Year, he sent He Rourou and Zheng Manjing away.


He didn’t care about the reluctance and attachment of the two girls.


He directly closed the door of the bookstore, then walked upstairs and lay down in the game cabin.


“Let’s begin!” he said.


He had successfully divided the entropy into three parts. In the next month, he would not be affected by the monster that was sleeping in the unknown space and time.


Moreover, he ...

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