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It Really Is Tiberia

The big tent was warm, and Dyson's heater blew out an endless stream of heat. The sound of chewing was endless. All kinds of packaging bags were casually thrown on the ground, and coke bottles were toppled over.

The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, as if they were in a forest far away and a land of flowers.

Although the expensive carpet was littered with household garbage, and the messy power cables, data cables, and earphone wires were knotted into Gordius's knot, none of this mattered. Anyone who came here would never notice the mess around them. All their attention would be attracted by the figure on the bed.