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Saving the world?
Heh, thinking too small.
He had already started scheming how to rise more rapidly in the next world, hoping he could still transmigrate after his death this time.
Perhaps it was the cigarette in his hand that made Lord Miao feel slightly uncomfortable. His voice suddenly cut off, the story came to a halt, and he looked at Chen Miao with furrowed brows and an unhappy expression.
Although he didn't speak,
the meaning was self-evident.
Yet, Chen Miao, now completely indifferent, lifted his hand, "Want a drag?"
"Good stuff, eh?"
"Many people say this thing is bad for the body, and indeed it is, but I don't care about that. Nobody knows how long they can live, just live for today is enough."
Chen Miao, while nonchalantly puffing smoke clouds in the carriage, started to open chat boxes with Hungry Monkey and the others. Although he had only been in this world for a short month, it had been the most thrilling month of his life.
As he was about to die,
