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erson. It was a blessing in disguise. The light in Wushuang's eyes slowly dimmed.He showed obvious disappointment, not Kaka, not Kaka...Kaka, where are youShe couldn't possibly believe Kaka would die...worse. It can stick to your skin like porridge, and the temperature is even higher."Does it hurt" he asked, very worried.Mo Yao answered effortlessly, "It doesn't hurt."Mò Xiǎobái was chattering away,...