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... dress. Even though he was on a mission, he was still chewing on a beast leg.
The beast leg was roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The oil dripped down the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the burly man’s bronze-colored chest muscles, but he was completely unaware.
When he saw the black cavity in the sky, he stuffed the beast leg into the adjutant’s hand and smacked his lips.” I didn’t expect that there would be someone from the indigenous sid ...
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