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... tood on the podium, stroked his beard, and looked at the students under the podium who were reading very seriously, with different colors, sizes, and even shapes.

These students learn fast.

"Are you in class?"

Ji Ruo stood outside the door, carrying the quilt wrapped in the gods, and looked curiously into the door through any door.

This was the first time he had seen the scenes of the main gods in class.

That's right, opposite any gate, is Daxia's Profound Cour ...

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