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I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! - Chapter 133: A Habit of Picking People Up
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... , was somehow completely blown away by the youth’s appearance.
His mind was now filled only with the image of that person, an image completely different from the handsome, wild faces of the Beastmen he saw every day.
This beauty wasn’t the angular, strong type.
It was ethereal, somewhat frail, a clean beauty like morning dew, making one instinctively hold their breath, afraid that a strong exhale would be enough to shatter the sight.
The ancestors said heroes have ...
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