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He was still holding a shard of a teacup in his hand. The shard deeply cut through his palm, and blood gushed out continuously.
But Yi Zian ignored the pain temporarily, madness flashed in his eyes, and at the same time slowly raised his hand, put the fragment on Song Zhen's neck, and pressed it tightly against his skin.
Song Zhen's body froze for a moment, his slightly squinted eyes blazing into the sky, and he asked in a threatening tone:
"Do you know ...
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