Wu Xiaode squatted on the windowsill and looked down.

Satan was wearing a black shirt and black-rimmed glasses, with a gentle appearance, typing on the keyboard.

Beside him lay some sort of gigantic organ.

"Hi."

Wu Xiaode said hello.

Satan seemed to know what he was thinking, explaining:

"Don't touch that thing, I got it with great difficulty - the prehistoric troll core, as long as you give it energy, it can grow infinitely

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