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Look at the red burn on my hand. Especially his palms, which had a few blisters on them. Ning Bai wanted to cry but had no tears. What was he doing? Was he scalded even when he was standing? He was almost out of breath from the pressure. However, he was scalded once again. Was it poisonous? Was he going to die faster than he was going to die?!

Of course, Ning Bai was in such a miserable state