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At nine forty in the evening, off-peak time, the subway passed through the black hole and stopped in front of Fang Zimo. Fang Zimo hesitated a little, took one foot out, but stopped. The subway Olympic Station is only two stops away from the starting point. The carriage is sparsely populated, and a young man and woman are making out as if no one else is watching. Fang Zimo felt that this kind of place was not suitable for him to spend the last five minutes of his life. The phone rang at this time, and the sweet voice reminded him: You have a text message. The sender is Ding Zhicheng. Fang Zimo hesitated for a moment, held the phone in his hand, and the moment the car door closed, he slipped through the crack in the door. In order to stay away from the couple, Fang Zimo shrank to a corner of the car, found a seat and sat down, and slid open the screen lock on his phone.

"I want you to experience something before I can make you a god, because I don't want you to be too arrogant in the early stage." "Then I'm proud now, is that okay?" "Okay"