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Chapter 630

    

, who was terminally ill, suddenly vomited, spraying a mouthful of black blood. The blood reeked of foulness.Then, the fist imprint on his chest gradually recovered, and the color of his lips also imp... saw him open his eyes, he felt a shiver run down his spine. A bad premonition washed over him. Without thinking twice, his first reaction was to run away.< Just took a step.>Boom!Zhao Ping'an swung h...