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... the wheels of Feng Mu’s bicycle seemed to be floating, reflecting his current mood.
On the way, Feng Mu deliberately stopped twice, placing a hand into his bag, gripping the cold, irregular texture, making the illusory dialogue box in his eyes seem to regain its reality.
Feng Mu rubbed his eye sockets, murmuring to himself: "Nine Nether Evil Iron... can this really exist in this world, is it truly not a system error~"
"Even the game I play is integrated into the world bac ...
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