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Blackie's face was full of wounds. He instantly felt some lingering fear. He quickly threw away the fruit knife in his hand and ran towards the back.

Blood kept dripping from Mu Yu's hands. Qiao Mengning turned around and saw Mu Yu's red hands and asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

Qiao Mengning frowned her pretty eyebrows and stared at Mu Yu's hand. Her brows were filled with anxiety