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Lu Zhinian looked at this viper-like woman, and only felt that the blood that flowed on her hands, which were holding him, was not warm blood, but the blood of cold-blooded animals.

His voice trembled, "Killing a child that has not been born, won't you feel fear and guilt, Yan Xueman?!"

Hearing this, Yan Xueman's hands suddenly paused, and then she hugged him even more tightly