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... the realm of the strong, the strength of the meridians had surpassed Ah Ze small plums.

This is an incredible thing. You must know that a person's martial arts and meridians are directly proportional. This is like the electric current in a wire. The thicker the wire, the larger the current carried by the wire. The size of the high-voltage line and the low-voltage line is not comparable at all. Surname, but Liu Biao is the opposite. Liu Biao has a poor current, but the wires are horribly s ...

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“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

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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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