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... ody, also did not like to drink blood. The warm liquid that flowed into her stomach through her throat, the rusty sweet tang of it permeating every sense, made Ji Nuan involuntarily shiver with disgust.
If the native inhabitants couldn’t stand the taste, she held no hope for herself. She could only hope to find some salt before the next time she had to drink blood.
Small bubbles slowly started to arise in the stone pot filled with water, with splashes blooming on the water surfac ...
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