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Chen Dao laughed sinisterly. His one eye was wild to the extreme. First, it cut Mao Yanping's throat, then it moved the blade to the right.

He had to grind them slowly, of course he wouldn't let Mao Yanping die so quickly.

The flesh on the right side of the knife was cut open, showing white tendons attached to the flesh like blooming flowers. The bloody blood gushed out along the blade