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Chi Mo squatted down and probed his breath, obviously relieved: "He's dead."

Qiao Saangyu's face paled for a moment, feeling somewhat relieved, but she still could not stop her heart from trembling slightly. "Kill him." She finally had blood on her hands, just like him. She was scared, but she didn't regret it. What she had to do was the only thing she could do