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Inside the room.
The light was dim.
Mu Canglong lay on the bed, his face sallow, having already fainted.
On his cheeks, dark runes squirmed like tadpoles, giving off an eerily terrifying sensation.
Mu Piaomiao stood by the bedside, her face filled with anxiety, “Junior brother… how is it?”
Fang Xi had his right hand on Mu Canglong’s wrist, seemingly taking his pulse.
In reality, he was discreetly infusing strands of the pure magic power of the ...
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