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In the darkness outside the window, a pair of blood-red, sticky, glowing eyes could be seen floating in the air. It was as if they were staring at the two people in the room through a thin sheet of paper.

Yan Qianyin didn't use his own Divine Pressure. Instead, it was something that could be retracted.

"Woman, the smell of fresh human flesh —" A strange laughter came from afar