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Feng Qian's nervous expression gradually caused a cold look to appear in his eyes.

With a sweep of the wind, his black robe flew by, and before anyone could blink, he was already in front of the stretcher.

In the dim light, he looked at the woman on the stretcher.

His hair was disheveled, his face swollen and pale, and he had several bite wounds on his lips. His lips were purplish black