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le voice. He had almost finished the winter melon soup and Wen warmly pulled her own bowl closer.Ye Fei Mo raised an eyebrow, stealing the Dongpo pork wasn't enough, she even wanted to steal the winte...hem. Wushuang smiled coldly, steadied her footing, adjusted the angle of her sniper rifle, and fired again.Another ship was scrapped, the wreckage burning on the sea surface. Wushuang sneered coldly a...