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... s hot!" She threw the scheming bird to the ground, poked the meat with an animal bone knife, and cut the animal meat into small pieces Pick it out and feed it to the scheming bird.

Feeding with Mo Qingqing.

After Mo Qingqing was full, she stopped adding more firewood to the stove. As for whether the fire will go out, she doesn't think about it, just put out the fire and regenerate the fire tomorrow. When she was done, she went back to the tent to sleep.

After waking up, M ...

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