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Chu Mo felt completely helpless in the face of Qi Xiaoyu's condition, despite being the heir to many supreme legacies and possessing numerous powerful abilities. But he was not an omnipotent god. Watching the suffering Qi Xiaoyu, Chu Mo grasped his own hair with both hands, wishing desperately that he could take her place and bear the pain for her.
The tone of Qi Xiaoyu's voice began to sweeten, as if she was struggling to control something. She opened her eyes, which were seductive as silk, and looked at Chu Mo:"Brother..." Then she stretched out her arms.
Chu Mo said solemnly, "Xiaoyu... wake up! I believe you can definitely overcome the corruption of the dark holy artifact!"
"I... am not corrupted." Qi Xiaoyu's face was unnaturally flushed, a vision of allure as she looked tenderly at Chu Mo, whispering, "Brother... Xiaoyu really likes you!"
