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... nd walked up a few steps to a bedroom. On the bed lay a person covered in blood, with a deathly pale complexion and weak breath.
"Wan Leng, hold on," he said, furrowing his brows. If it weren’t for Wan Leng’s special identity, prohibiting him from going to the hospital, there would be no way Chen Tuo would leave him here.
The wounds on his body were peculiar, not resembling cuts from a sharp blade or animal claws. He couldn’t describe them accurately; it seemed as if something ha ...
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