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As soon as he said he was courting death, Wang Yunjie grabbed a dish and threw it out.

The plate was impartial, and directly hit He Xing in the face. A clear and crisp sound resounded, and because He Xing did not react to it, the hot soup on the plate entered his eyes immediately.

Ah!" How spicy! It's so painful, damn it, don't let them go