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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,Luckily, he had bought that magical glue at the time and also picked up a few bottles of special reagents, otherwise his stylish short hair wouldn't have stayed put.。