As usual, the prayer was ineffective.
When dudian sneaked into the third laboratory of the headquarters, more than a dozen figures appeared around him. They were all pioneer level experts. There were two masters who were watching from the dark.
“Who are you?”One of them shouted.
Dudian sighed in his heart and looked up: “Your Grandpa.”
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There was a Grand Duke’s mansion in the center of the Royal City next to Barker’s residence. Monica was leaning on her 3.6 meters wide pink bed. Her slender body looked very petite and lovely. She was wearing orange pajamas. She was flipping through the poetry collection of the poets. This was her favorite poet. She loved romantic poems and elegant words. She was even infatuated with them. She would read a few poems every night before she went to bed.
