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I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! - Chapter 84: Processing the Chicken Feathers
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... usual sharpness completely transformed into a gentle expression.
The young man lay still for only a moment before suddenly sitting bolt upright, as if remembering something very important, and rushed out into the courtyard.
Eric pushed the door open, a sense of dread rising in his heart. The glass panes were fogged over with condensation and night dew, obscuring his view of the courtyard. He’d forgotten all about the crowd of drunks passed out there last night.
The scene ...
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