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... s closer, he could properly take a sniff without looking like a weirdo.
The juice smelled like thick freshly spilled blood. The scent of iron was still prevalent. There was also the scent of sweetness as if a lot of sweet fruits had been crushed and mixed together with the blood.
Isaiah gulped, suppressing his desire to take a sip. This was the type of life Xu Ying enjoyed every once in a while, Isaiah could only envy from a distance.
If it wasn't some special piece of fl ...
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