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... n Qingyue almost felt like vomiting but there was nothing much in her stomach left to vomit at all.

On the other hand, Lu Wuqi only felt disgusted but didn't seem surprised by this.

After all, she wasn't very surprised that the omegas who are naturally weak will fall into depravity in the end times. She has also seen such scenes in her previous world in countries filled with war where the state of women were far worse than even street dogs. Many who still had human dignity left i ...

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