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In the dusky room, a long scar on the girl's wrist constantly flowed with blood, that bright red blood trickled into the jade bowl on the table. Along with the blood loss from the thick silk, Luo Wuyou's beautiful face also turned pale little by little.

Suddenly, his face turned as pale as a piece of paper.

"matriarch, we can't continue like this. Your body really can't take it