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Murong Jue looked at Nan Zhijun's pair of white hands. The blood on them stung his eyes, "Forget it, you should just bring it over!"
Nan Zhijun looked at Murong Jue's back. Although she knew that she wouldn't be able to get anything out of Murong Jue if she kept on doing this, the wounds on Murong Jue's body were so severe