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Liang Jia, who was still struggling in his embrace, held onto Zhou Xingchen's clothes tightly. Liang Jia shook his head and said, "Xing Chen, don't worry about me.

The bricks on the wall kept falling down along the stairs. No matter what Liang Jia said, Zhou Xingchen would fiercely kick away the patterns on the wall.

The seven-colored glass instantly shattered and scattered all over the ground