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Rong Heting's palms were full of sweat. He looked at Mu Qianqian screaming crazily in pain while holding the soldering iron tightly in his other hand, not daring to tremble even a little.

"Endure it!" If they were to move recklessly, they would be imprinted! It's almost done! "

"You killed me! You killed me! Rong Heting! Kill me! "

"Do you want to die? I want you to live! If you live a day