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Fu Zhou's expression changed and he stood up instinctively. His hand left Cheng Xirong's knee and hung in the air. He bent down and stared at Cheng Xirong's breathing, "Let me finish."

Cheng Xirong's chest was stuffy, and the wound that was difficult to heal started to hurt, while his vision turned black. When he coughed, he could feel the friction between his bones