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"You ?" Xia Weilan paused, frowning, "What's wrong?"

There was silence in the air...

Xia Weilan thought that things were not good as he hurriedly put on his clothes in the dark and lit a candle.

Ling Jue laid on the ground, frowning. The material in front of his chest was a little heavier than other places, and it was still gradually spreading.

Is he hurt?

Xia Weilan's heart skipped a beat