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... oyu’s sudden wailing, almost dropping the roast pig head they were holding.
Long Shaoyu ignored them, lifted the big pot over his head, tilted it, and a droplet of bone Blood Soup slowly formed and fell, which he caught with his tongue.
Feeling the faint energy fluctuations of Fire Boar Grass, Long Shaoyu wanted to cry without tears.
I had just closed my eyes and practiced cultivation for a while, and that big pot of soup was all gone?
He turned his head to look a ...
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