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... his moment, Lu Yaoyao was repeatedly listening to the sound coming from the Sound Transmission Crane while scribbling on paper.

"Taptaptap..."

She thought it might be Zhou conveying a secret message to her, also as a test, once deciphered, they might even become friends.

"Are you really not getting it or pretending not to get it? This is clearly the sound of that dumb chicken pecking at food, it’s just messing with you!"

Just then, Li Daoxuan and He Han came from ...

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