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... d a grimace more bitter than a bitter melon. Why wouldn’t those five little thunderballs disappear after all? They should normally have disappeared as soon as he turned off the apparatus.
Chen Mu stood up.
His elbow carelessly bumped the edge of the desk, and a cup that had been placed up high became unstable, and then came tumbling toward him.
As Chen Mu was about to grab it, there was suddenly a flash of light. Like fish smelling raw meat, the five small thunderballs ca ...
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