In the parallel world of Hangzhou, the entrance to Wushan Residence was full of fakes. I stared at the 95% red letter on the system panel. A week ago, I tied up the emotional system, specializing in joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and replaced it with black technology. I targeted Wu Xie. As soon as I walked to the door, a young man wearing glasses came out with a backpack and met my eyes. Behind him, someone shouted "Little Third Master" in a low voice.
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No wonder the comment section is so clean, it's so generated that you can't even distinguish the characters.