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... he rarely found interest, thought for a moment, and decided to pick a few lines from past dreams to say out loud, allowing the demoness in his arms to have a good laugh, while he could also follow suit and laugh loudly.
Dreams, aren’t they just daydreams?
But just at that moment, not far away, a golden hundred-treasure rack made of profound yellow material suddenly twisted. Cold, sinister words crawled up that dazzling profound yellow material, causing the gold to become dust-co ...
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