You are no better than a dog now. Yan Wuwu stood in the snow holding an umbrella, his white clothes spotless. The man in front of him rolled in the mud, like a bereaved dog.
His pupils were a little blurry, but they still had a brave and ruthless look, they were dark and deep. So Yan Wuyue took a breath and said, "You need to take a good bath, sleep, and rest for a while now." Your body will then recover and any scars will heal.
Yan Wuwu kindly bent down and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeves, nonchalantly. I won't help you in vain, but you don't have to worry. When I eat people, it's not like I don't spit out bones.
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