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Yang Xi drank the fruit juice made by the Vermilion Bird. Yes, he suddenly thought that he could really leave the production of the ” ability dicine ” to the Vermilion Bird.
What else could be better than the Vermilion Bird, whose functions were comparable to large-scale artificial intelligence, to find the most peculiar mixed drink through boring experints?
Yang Xi’s request for Vermilion Bird was that the mixed drink he drank should be refreshing and delicious, while the drink for the future employees of the Judgent Organization should be as bad as it tasted. After all, good dicine tasted bitter!
Now, he was drinking a glass of lemon orange, and he even used his ice power to slightly chill it. The taste was very good. It could be considered as a relief for Yang Xi, who was in a salted fish state. He could watch how his first tool grabbed the throat of fate and pressed it to the ground.
In the projection created by the Vermilion Bird, Augusta kicked open the door, smashing right into the rancher’s face, causing his tall nose to curve, and blood to flow down his nose.
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