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... to fall from the sky again.

Sally looked up at the sky and then at the dilapidated spaceship in front of her.

“Why hasn’t the snow buried this spaceship?”

“This is a Yuanzhou Clan’s spaceship; its hull has protective functions. When the snow falls on the surface of the spaceship, it turns into water vapor and disperses.”

“That’s really something, the material is good.” Sally then asked Xiaomei, “Can you make one?”

Xiaomei responded, “Xiaomei has already a ...

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