Part 2, Chapter 132 “What kind of half-baked nonsense…?” The boatman, who had assumed living kids would be clumsy, was about to snap back. “Tsk, tsk, serves you right. Getting played by living brats!” Caw. A bird flapped down to perch on the stern. It looked like a mash-up of magpie and crow, half and half. Startled, the boatman whipped...
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