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The little thief, whose heart had been struck by Yuwen Lingxi's sleeve, spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying everywhere.

"He vomited blood?" Yuwen Lingxi looked at the little thief who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but frown.

She hadn't even used 80% of her strength, so how could that little thief vomit blood?

Seeing that Yuwen Lingxi was worried