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... nger and his hatred consumed posture… were they seven pieces of human meat?
Feng Zhiwei picked up the shining meat in her bowl with her chopsticks and held it to the sun. Nothing… and human meat was apparently a little sour.
“Eight pieces.”
After almost breaking his bowl, the man finally uttered two words. Feng Zhiwei was baffled into silence, and then a strange thought struck her. She asked tentat ...
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