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After sealing Song Ying's acupuncture points, Song Liang's hand once again descended, tearing apart the human skin mask on his face.

When he clearly saw Song Ying's appearance, his gaze was subconsciously stunned as well.

Mo Jiu, who was standing behind him, also had a look of disbelief flash across his eyes.

"What's going on? City Lord Song, who is he?" "Why..