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... arm drooped softly, his right body was purple with severe congestion.

This is because Chen Ye's finger shattered the bones and blood vessels on half of his body, causing him to bleed severely.

Being an ordinary person, after suffering such a serious injury, he had fainted a long time ago.

Ren Fei is a high-level warrior, with strong energy and blood, and can hold up without falling down, but it's also useless...

No one thought that this game would happen, and it ...

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