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Chapter 272: Play
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Chapter 351: Life is a Series of Different Rooms
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 280: Partner (Teaser)
“What… dish?” You Qi was closest to the young woman. He stared at the giant food box on the table. His large body started trembling. In comparison, Chen Qiang, the newbie, had a pale face, but he conducted himself quite calmly. He pressed his lips and said nothing.
No one answered You Qi. In fact, it felt like the young woman could only understand the middle-aged woman.
The box lid was slowly opened. Veins popped on the young woman’s forehead. This showed how hard it was to open the box. She had to use both hands.
After seeing the things inside the box, everyone’s face dropped. There were bowls of blood inside!
They were not liquid blood, but they were brownish congealed blood, like tofu. There were nine bowls squeezed inside the box.
“Drink it while it’s hot.” The middle-aged woman’s voice didn’t change. “Young Master loves the arts as much as he loves his life. He knows this thing is good for one’s voice. Young Master cooked this for Dafus. Hopefully, you won’t reject his kindness.” She stared at them coolly.
Seeing the bowls of blo
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