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... ld-fashioned ringtone, Wang Ye woke up in a daze.

“F*ck, why is my back aching? If I had known, I wouldn’t have stayed up all night playing games. Oh, but Alzeus is just too good...” Wang Ye muttered as he picked up the phone and answered it.

He yawned and said, “Hello? Who is it?”

“Hello, is this Wang Ye?”

“Yes.”

“This is the management office of the South Street of Anping City. We have detained your pet, the green sparrow, for flying without a license. P ...

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