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Song Xuan let out an angry shout and waved his right hand. A stream of spiritual power flashed past and hit the back of the female corpse. "The female corpse slowly fell forward." Little Meng! "

Song Xuan cried out urgently and pushed the female corpse away, helping Yan Jianmeng up and asking anxiously, "Little Meng, how are you?"

Yan Jiameng's mouth was covered in blood