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"Crack …"

"Too weak, as weak as I imagined!"

"Crack …"

"Crack!"

"…"

In just a short moment, Meng Wenjia's hair was also in disarray, and her eyes, which were as bright as stars, were bloodshot. Blue veins could be seen on her delicate face.

At this moment, Meng Wenjia had also been hit by a tree branch more than a hundred times.

However, unlike Weng Zixuan