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"Hm? Is it already dawn?" When Zheng Yichen opened his eyes, the sky had already brightened, and Klakauska was staring blankly at a fire not far away, with the corner of some folded clothes peeking out from the opened Universal Toolbox on the motorcycle.
He picked them up, put them on, and came to the side of the fire dragon, Zheng Yichen asked, "You haven't rested all night?"
"I'm not in the mood, I've completely lost the most important part of my life."
Klakauska spoke despondently. After repeatedly confirming last night that the curse he had suffered could not be restored, the sense of fulfillment inside him turned into a big blockage, causing a bit of suffocation.
"What are we going to do about it? Should I take you to Hell for another round, kill that guy one more time?"
