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"Whoosh!"
"Waaahhh! Ha—! Ha—!"
Li Pan screamed as he sat up, like a drowning person who had fallen into the deep sea and, just before dying, broke through the water curtain and escaped to the heavens. He gasped heavily, his heart pounding wildly, pumping the blood that had turned cold from terror through his veins once more.
"F*ck, f*ck, huff...huff...huff...f*ck..."
Back, am I back?
With his eyes tightly shut, Li Pan covered his face with his hands. But the image of that savage and ferocious gunshot piercing his brow lingered before his eyes, refusing to dissipate.
Wasn't that bearded guy a Taoist? Why was his stab so horrifying when he raised his hand!
What kind of teaching method is this Made, can't it be simple like the Nine Yin Manual and just draw a picture?
...And speaking of which, that was supposed to be a lesson, right? It was a lesson, wasn't it? They didn't really kill me with a gunshot over there, did they??
