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... ragment, an abnormal flush of color swept across his pale face.
It felt as though something within his body was being rapidly drained away.
Wen Zhixing let out a muffled "HMPH...", suddenly feeling weak in his body.
A strong sense of discomfort swept over him.
If it had been an ordinary person whose life-span was reduced by a month, it wouldn’t have mattered, but Wen Zhixing was different.
He was a dying man, already physically weak.
Even the loss ...
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