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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Then, raising his head, he spoke very slowly, "Since you weren't here yesterday, I spent some time alone in the storage room. Then I saw that magical glue you bought last time and wanted to see how magical it really was.",Just as he was about to lose control again, Ye Jiu Liang leisurely took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to him.。