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The knife that killed, sliced delicately and thinly off the fish, some of the flesh still slightly transparent, before being put into the bubbling porridge steaming hot.
Ling had grown old, unable to eat much anymore, but she could barely manage some porridge.
As she sliced, Ying’s expression suddenly turned somewhat somber.
Being a Pseudo Xuanwu Practitioner, she was very familiar with the physical conditions of ordinar ...
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