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... as pushed open, and the light came in and warmed the ground.

  He glanced back, saw the master, and quickly stepped forward to say hello: "Master, you are back, do you need another bottle of blueberry juice for you?"

"No need, Sveta, I brought you some good things." Leiter smiled softly, and at the same time, he stretched out his mental strength to perform a whole-body test on Sveta, knowing his physical condition well, and Command the homestead:

   "Draw Sveta's character p ...

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