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  After the battle was over, she let Gaefeng camel into a coma from injuries, and the missing herb-gathering villagers fainted in the camp, and the group left in a hurry.

  Even emergency treatment tasks such as cleaning the wound and simple bandaging are all done by pig chops on Gale's back.

   It can be seen that she wants to take everyone away from the corpse of the peach-haired beast king who still exudes an ominous habitat after death as soon as possible.

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