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"Tip: You have seen your projection in the long river of history..."

...

Roger's heart was shaking.

Next second.

The person's posture on the time scroll gradually became charming.

The outline of his five senses has not changed.

It's just that the facial lines are much softer.

However, the figure has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In a moment.

Roger in the painting turned from a man to a woman.

The expression is still cold and disdainful.

Looking at the other person's slightly raised chest.

Roger's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Is this a fucking projection of my history?"

It seemed to have seen his thoughts.

A line of words suddenly appeared on the scroll.

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"You have seen the true desire deep in your heart"

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"roll!"

Roger moved his gaze away.

In the afterglow.

The "female version of Roger" on the scroll disappeared instantly.

The font update continues.

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"Of course this is just a joke."

...

"The above sentence is the real joke"

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"The above are just appetizers, so, are you ready? The secret of history is about to unfold before your eyes. If you have a trace of slackness in your spirit, you will not be able to see clearly...*%￥*……+…&"

...

Roger looked at the lines of mosaic-filled handwriting in amazement.

Before he could react.

On the data column.

...

"Warning: You are not focused enough to read the 'Time Scroll'!"

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"Forced reading will cause serious backlash!"

...

Between lightning and flashing.

Roger moved his eyes away with difficulty.

Then there is a severe headache!

A corner of the reading room.

Roger supported his knees with both hands in sweat.

Blood mixed with sweat oozing out of eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Very soon.

Under the treatment of Qi, it condensed into a blood scab.

Data column display.

The injury is not serious.

But Roger is still scared.

...

"This time scroll is too evil, right?"

"I deliberately created a sexual portrait of the reader to distract myself, and then I went straight to the topic without a little foreplay?"

"My focus is already very high, but it has been backfired..."

Roger slowly calmed down.

Under the suppression of reason.

The chaotic thoughts gradually return to tranquility.

He calmed down.

"The so-called desire deep in the heart should be just delusional words."

"Besides, it's no big deal for people to be narcissistic!"

"Xuan... It turns out that as the projection of Brother Huanglong commented, he is not a good person!"

Just think of this.

Roger decided not to worry about the picture of time for now.

He circled a corner in the reading room.

Come to the other end of the bookcase.

These bookcases are made of the best scented nanmu.

Therefore, it exudes a faint fragrance.

It is not difficult to see from the dust marks on the bookshelf.

Hundreds of large books were once housed here.

pity.

Now only the three books left at the highest point are lonely.

Roger thought about it.

He was not reckless.

Instead, I took the ladder from the aisle next to me.

Climb up the ladder step by step.

Then they moved the heavy books down.

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"call!"

Gently brush off the heavy cowhide cover.

The cover of the book appears.

Roger looked closely.

These three books are—

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"The Art of Game" Author: Huang Qiong

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Author of "Two-Dimensional World Pass": Tyrodal

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To be continued...