C250 The Fantasy Fruit

Su Wen's face was drenched in sweat as he worked. The blade of his dagger had turned black from the heat, and as he gently scraped the meat, it sizzled.

Fong Xiuxiu's face twitched at the sight, but Su Wen seemed unfazed, his face merely pale.

"Pill," he gritted out through clenched teeth.

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