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Chapter 85: Crossing Blades!
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... n isn’t tasty! Not tasty at all, the meat is sour!"
In the backpack, the little White Furred Ball was tightly bound by hemp rope, like a beastling awaiting slaughter.
She curled up in the narrow space,
through the gaps in the bamboo, she could only see Wang Po’s wrinkled, slightly impatient profile and the rapidly receding dark sky above.
The little girl was terrified!
How did she wake up sleeping here?
Where is Master? Where is Senior Sister?
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