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I am a Primitive Man - Chapter 710: You Dare to Speak? Smack! You Dare Not Speak? Smack!
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... in joy and celebration, also had places steeped in sorrow and despair.
The area where the Sheep Tribe’s chief and its people were kept was cold and desolate, entirely out of place with the festive surroundings.
Exhaustion, fear, and hunger combined to leave them dispirited.
Many of their stomachs growled. Their hands and feet were bound, and they could only smell the scent of meat from afar while watching the cheerful Semi-Farming Tribe feasting around the bonfire. Hatred ...
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