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It has many colors that kept on changing. It was so dazzling that Feng Shaotian's eyes hurt. A few seconds later, the book lost its color and look no different from a normal book. What dumbfounded Feng Shaotian even more is that the book was so heavy. He had to put it on the table as his hand hurt. "Huh? The book was so heavy but it didn't even destroy this table. The system sure is mighty“. Staring at the book. Feng Shaotian can't understand what was written on it. He can't comprehend the words in it as it was written in a different way. ”What's the use of this book if I can't read it?“.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

He handed me the book which was much heavier than it looked. I turned the book to read it’s title. How to summon the gods. I sighed, although I know it was not of my use I nodded and the librarian visibly relaxes. Something about him didn’t click me. I mean he was fearing me and all but he looked obvious to everything at the same time.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯. "𝘡𝘦𝘳𝘰?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢� �� 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

Joseph answered and then pointed to one of the books inside his shelf, “Jeremiah, please take the yellow-covered book for me please.” Jeremiah looked at the book, it was so thick and he even found a hard time to take it because the book was too heavy. He couldn’t wait to give it to Joseph so he dropped the book on the coffee table and it made a loud noise. “Careful child, if you break my favorite coffee table, where can I serve the tea for my guests.” “I’m sorry, Father Joseph, but the book is too heavy.” the pupil apologized. Joseph smiled, “do you know what book this is?”

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In business, one’s hand must get dirty with blood to smell money. He stood up and turned to the bookshelves behind him. His fingers began to trace every book until he got to it. The one which he had replaced its contents with the documents. He had them stapled into the pages as though they were the real book. ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’ reads the title. It used to be his favorite book since he bought this estate. It had helped him a lot in navigating his guilt. Now, none of Sinclair’s men could break into his estate or get past the heavy security in it. None of them.