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... iption for the Logistics Department would be a farm with a vegetable garden. Each room cultivated creatures that were both familiar and unfamiliar.


They seemed familiar to Xiao Lin because they looked pretty much similar to the animals in his memory. They were also unfamiliar as he had never seen a glowing snake, nor a rabbit flying in the air with short wings, let alone a two-headed duck...


Xiao Lin had chills looking at them. He could not help but ask, “Are these th ...

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