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Yu Yinqiu stood up and poured a glass of water. He handed it to Yu Xuanfeng, but didn't answer his question.

Yu Xuanfeng glanced at the cup, took a sip and struggled to stand up.

"What are you doing!" Yu Yinqiu looked at the bottle by the bed swaying, and I could faintly see the blood at the place where Yu Xuanfeng inserted the needle on the back of his hand