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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...,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。