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Liang Zhe raised his head and looked at the big hole in the ceiling.

Xu Wen looked over and nodded, "Good luck."

He wasn't injured, but it wasn't just his luck that was good.

The man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He only wanted to stew some soup, to choose and choose this pot, because it looked the most pleasing to the eye, most like a cooking pot. When the pot was opened