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... p> But, a demon-slaying convention three hundred years from now?
How could he possibly wait that long?
In three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty probably would have perished, right?
Ignoring it, he logged off at the speed of light.
When the annoying puppet cat started meowing non-stop, this time, Qi Yuan didn’t stuff a wooden fish snack into its mouth.
He stood up, patted the puppet cat on the head, and looked out at the beautiful early morning light: "A da ...
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