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... with the slap, his head following the force to twist to the side, and a stream of blood sprayed from his mouth.
He wore a white robe, originally spotless, but now a crimson bloodstain appeared on his chest, and one side of his hair was disheveled by the slap.
Helian Zhaoyu’s face was burning with pain, a humiliation he had never experienced in his life. Who dared to slap him?
His head leaned to the right side and didn’t turn back, maintaining stillness and silence, with n ...
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