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... grandfather can resist.

"I originally wanted to say that our cat is more arrogant, and now I think it may be the reason for my technique." Ren Rudao, he saw the big head showing a fluffy belly, and the tongue also came out from the mouth.

Zhou Jinyuan stopped for two minutes, and the big man immediately turned over and used his head to go to the palm of Zhou Jinyuan, as if he was urging him to continue. Seeing that Zhou Jinyuan did not respond, it began to sit, lie, roll, and make ...

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“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

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As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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