Li Banfeng left.
With a shiver, Hong Ying speared a Soul on the tip of her gun and sucked it dry.
The Phonograph said angrily, "Hey, you bitch, how dare you steal a taste!"
Savoring the flavor, Hong Ying replied, "What's the use of consuming such common Souls? I can't taste anything special. Why are you so fond of this?"
"It's what my man brought back, and I love to eat this!" retorted the Phonograph with a snort.
"Wretched woman, what on earth have you been through since you died? How much of your combat strength remains?"
The Phonograph ignored her, first putting the Ghost Servants aside. Then she fetched Han Xianrong with the phonograph needle, sprinkled some machine oil on him, and slowly savored the taste.
Smelling something, Hong Ying mocked, "Wretched woman, why consume so much oil? Is it to make things easier for your man?"
"It's none of your business!" the Phonograph huffed coldly, continuing her meal.
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