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Then, within the living room, Sun Dazhen laid down. He stuck out his tongue and began to slowly lick the chicken soup on the ground.

"Da Da Da …"

Sun Dazhen's tongue licked the chicken soup on the floor, producing a very rhythmic sound that echoed throughout the entire room.

Xiao Yi coldly watched all of this without the slightest bit of emotion on his face. Xia Wei, on the other hand