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... o feed it to the tyrant.
Only, his lips were tightly pursed because of the pain. Mu Wanwan tried several times, but couldn’t push the spoon in.
She thought for a while, and said in a low voice, “Excuse me.”
She squeezed the dragon’s jaw with one hand, forcing his mouth open, blew the congee to cool it down, then fed it to him.
It might be because he was too hungry— although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant’s body still yearned for food. After stuffing t ...
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