When I entered a spacious office on the sixth floor, I saw Dr. Hua.

He sat behind his desk, forty or fifty years old, with gray hair, dressed very casually, sackcloth and trousers, and had an amiable temperament.

The key point is that he looks at people very deeply, and has a sense of transcendent power.

I politely greeted him, and an ant rose up my spine.

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Chapter 1270 of "Firefly Beings" The realm of creation is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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