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Edited by Psycho S.
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Receiving a harsh blow to his jaw, Xuan Mu crashed to the ground — the sharp edges of stones flew outwards with dirt and clouds of dust haphazardly flying around his opponent's side too. Xuan Mu, after shaking off the impact of the blow, stood straight back up and teleported before his wife. He grabbed the mask she was waving around, and fastened it around her mouth again.
"What the fūck," Xuan Mu muttered under his erratic breath; as expected, even if he was breathing heavily and his voice was super rough, he still sounded handsome with his deep vocal tone. Her voice had his heart pounding harshly because, for only a moment, he felt high. It offered gently relaxing (and at the same time euphoric properties) to whoever heard it. She didn't sound any different from Bing Shi. Well, she did, but the power in her voice was no different from Bing Shi.
