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"There's... nothing, I just couldn't help it..." Chen Nan cracked a smile, revealing an expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.
Blood had dyed his lips bright red, and under the dim light, that glaring red seemed especially horrifying, intertwining with his current smile to emit a supremely sinister aura, as though it came from a demon of the Nine Netherworld.
Upon seeing this, Yang Ruoshui couldn't help but shudder, feeling a chill spreading up her spine.
However.
Before she could recover from her fear, she noticed Chen Nan's expression contorting again, as if overwhelming torrents of pain were drowning him.
A deep concern immediately sprang up in Yang Ruoshui's eyes, and she asked with a trembling voice, "What... what's wrong with you?"
"Don't worry about me, move! Now!" Chen Nan gasped for air, each breath as difficult as an old bellows being laboriously worked.
