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"Ta ta ta!"

A piece of moon-sprout white brocade was slowly formed in front of the electronic sewing machine.

Damao crawled beside Xu Yun's feet, and would occasionally look at Xu Yun, and every time it did, it would glance at the dog food and bones beside the sewing machine. The more it looked, the more fierce the saliva that flowed from the mouth of the Damao.

"Damao