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... k over there. I think it looks like a large shopping mall. I wonder if the things sold there are good!”

“Haha, my friends, look over there. It looks like a hot pot restaurant. I really want to experience a delicious hot pot dinner on this planet!”

At this moment, everyone found something of interest.

They discovered that Eternal Sun was filled with many familiar traces of life and scenes.

It felt as if they had never left the human world. Everything was the same.

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