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... light, floating in the air.

The gang looked up and this was the first time she saw the prototype of the system uncle.

"Little Cub, as a reward for what you want, I can do it for you."

This moment, the poor head of the group remembered a lot, remembered his own small broken house, remembered that when he had no food, he remembered his own eyes and looked at other children to go to kindergarten, and snacks to eat.

But when I think about it, the one who thinks the most ...

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