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Zhao Yuanqing looked at Chenchu who had fallen in front of him, fresh blood continuously flowing out from her chest. However, it was as if Chenchu had fallen into a pool of blood after a while.

However, Zhao Yuanqing knew that this was just a superficial wound. Raising his right hand, green airflow was rapidly condensing in the center of his palm. After a while, it condensed into a talisman