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Yang Xichen extended his hand to pull Xia Ying's clothes. The current Yang Xichen was like a lion that had lost all sense of reason. He only had eyes for his prey, and what he wanted to do now was to crazily tear his prey into pieces.

"Yang Xichen, let go. Yang Xichen, don't be like this … "Yang Xichen …" Xia Ying was about to cry, but Yang Xichen's strength was too frightening