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... y Ning Shu, and the voice of the player was a bit lower. "Since everyone is absorbing energy, why should I be destroyed?"

Su Ningshu sighed, "It's the same? The world is absorbing energy, and you evolve the rules and the heavens yourself, and you directly absorb the energy and vitality of the world, and then replace it. Do you think the same?

Stealing is stealing.

The system shouted again: "You have destroyed me, will you destroy the beings inside?"

Wu Ningshu: "I'll ...

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