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... ght flashed across Lin Qiao’s eyes. Before she realized what was happening, she was already back in the dark warehouse.


It was truly a mysterious space! Realizing this, she started to get excited. She actually had a mysterious space! She could hardly believe it.


‘I want to get in!’


She muttered the words silently to herself once again, and as expected, she reappeared in that space.


“Roarrrr!” She screamed with joy, although the sound that ...

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