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... he movement outside. Those who knew how to do it would hold the door firmly.

   Gao Juexin's father and son, who lived in the first box in the aisle, had blue noses and swollen faces, and blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. They hugged their heads and knelt on the ground, afraid to move.

  Two men who lived in the box yesterday, one stepped on one with a grin on their face.

   The opening is a grand slam, and it seems that there will be a big harvest today.

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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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