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hemselves than drag their comrades down. Besides, he and Mo Wushuang weren't particularly close, so Ghost Face didn't care.Wu Shuang's gaze sank slightly; she couldn't abandon the Ghost Noodles.That s...e smell of blood and sweat mixed together lingered in the bedding, it was a little heavy. Mo Yao's brow furrowed tightly, he had no thoughts left. Letting Mo Xiaobai wipe his body, wasn't this self-ab...