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Lu Yiyao felt his breathing stagnate as if there was a fire in his chest and abdomen. His face was turning redder and redder, and the veins on his forehead were popping out.

The more blood flowed, the more blood flowed.

"Lu Yiyao, with just you, you want to drag me along to hell? You're overestimating yourself. "Heh …"

Bo Yuheng's lips twitched, then he slowly pulled away with squinted eyes