"Do you have to come to the magic studio to talk about something?"

Cornelius Aruba leaned back in his chair, shaking his red wine glass, his expression was indifferent and disdainful, and Chelsea, who was trembling beside him, was just a plaything he found casually, holding it in his palm when he was happy, and using it to vent when he was unhappy.

Unfortunately, because of the failure of the cerebral marrow transplant experiment, Aruba's mood is extremely bad now.

"I'm sorry, but there's a real rush this time, I hope

Chapter 18 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": Aruba, the burden is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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