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... , with some cold sweat coming out of his forehead, so suddenly Xie Luan sat up and gasped for breath.


However, this pain did not last long. After a few seconds, the pain eased slightly, and Xie Luan was able to slow down his breathing accordingly.


Putting down the hand covering his chest, Xie Luan fell down and lay back on the bed, breathing heavily for a while.


The back of his hand was placed on his forehead, and Xie Luan’s gaze swept across the room from left to r ...

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