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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.。