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Liu Qingyan's fist landed on the other party's head.

Under the impact, Yuwen Xin's face tilted to the side. He did not cry out in pain, but raised his hand with great restraint. The back of his finger brushed the corner of his lips, and there was a salty taste in it. When his hand drooped down, his fingertip was also stained with blood.

That punch was not light