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An'an hit once and her palm instantly became sticky. She immediately wiped her hands on the grass, a hint of despising appearing on her tender small face.

Third, who was hit, froze up as if the pause button had been pressed. His beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked at An'an in astonishment, and he saw his ugly appearance clearly through her bright eyes.

He had a massive face (as the fur on his face hadn't been shaved) while the other parts of his body were bare. He looked a lot like the meat pieces that the adults had taken care of and were about to cook.

No, even a piece of meat would look better than him. He had densely packed sores on his skin, the center of the pus looking red and damp. When he looked at them, he could even see disgusting yellow liquid on them (honey had been applied on them).

If he saw food like this, his stomach would be considered strong if he didn't vomit, let alone considering eating it.